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What Time Is It (One Be Lo)

Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?) Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle Harley Davidson -- every time I grab the mic I got you savorin the moment Tell opponents that I play to win Don't try to test me son, leave you headless with the tounge +Restless+ like the +Young+, knowin that the best has yet to come That's how the West was won My content, house you like a convent, competition must be nun/none I just begun, get in line and take a number Stay off the dick racin, sometimes the boy wonder Most of you MC's don't know +Jack+ about +Lumber+ My rap chomp contenders, like axe I yell 'timber' I'm fat like the wife and like Jack Sprat you slender There's no comparison, you got beef it's probably tender You still wanna battle me? What for? I rock heads like Mt. Rushmore; four/for dead presidents It's evident I got it made If you a slave to the rhythm you givin, I free-style like Honest Abe For every promise made I fulfill with the skill No matter what the doctor prescribe I stay ill... I can barely hear the track but I'ma do it anyway You put me on the stage with wack MC's, oh shit That's like puttin piranhas in the same tank with goldfish Hypnosis, keep the alphabet under my +spell+ Sometimes I wonder myself Lyrically can anybody test me? Exorcist, please help me, find what possesses me I speak demonic ebonics into electronic devices Leavin my opposition lifeless My crew terrorize your whole town Stay inside, lock your doors, don't be stupid like Nicole Brown Word is bond y'all I got more +Juice+ than Orenthal So just acquitted/quit it I'm takin out you suckers and you don't know how I did it When I'm on trial Guilty as sin; my murderous flow, remains a free-style The only way I'm goin to the pen, is when I slaughter, with alphabetical disorder B-A-D MC, hit you with spellbound Bust that wicked ass, greyhound, hell bound One way ticket, ain't no comin back here I drop bombs 365 black year Jap' style on ya, Pearl Harbor rap style Anti-socialist, I play the background Spotlight operator, aim at Yac town If you don't know the time, then it's time to act now