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Time's Up
O.C. Lyrics


Ayo, Storm
Time's up
Time's up

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm 'bout to begin
'Bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
Or told first hand, never word of mouth
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder?
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
Will turn bitch and knowin' damn well they lack
In this division the connoisseur
Crackin' your head with a four-by-four
Realize sucka, I be the comin' like Noah
Always simmer you down, perpetratin'
Facadin' what you consider a image
To me this is just a scrimmage
I feel I'm stone, not 'cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel

(Their time's limited, hardrocks' too
Their time-, time-, time-, time-, time-
Lim-, lim-, lim-, limited
Lim-, lim-, lim-, limited
Hardrocks' too
Lim-limited
Hardrocks' too)

Speakin' in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
Admit you bit it 'cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
And Glocks gettin' cocked, and wax not bein' flipped
It's the same ol' same ol', just strain it from the anal
The content is not complexed or vexed
So why you pushin' it?
Why you lyin' for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona's drama
That you acquired in high school in acting class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know yo', slow your roll, give a good to go
Guys be lackin' in this thing called rappin' just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uh
I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It's the principal of it
I get a rush when I bust some dope lines I wrote
That maybe somebody'll quote
That's what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin' brain cells to work, they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody's either crime-related or sexual
I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin'
The traps are not stickin', rappers stop flippin'
For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel

(Their time's limited, hardrocks' too
(Their-, their-, their-, their-
Their time-, time-, time-, time-, time-
Time-, time-
Lim-, lim-, lim-, lim-, limited, limited
Hardrocks' too
Their-, their-, their-, their-
Their time-, time-, time-, time-, time-
Time-, time-, time-
Limited
Hardrocks' too)

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Anthony Best, Omar Gerryl Credle

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[Intro]
Ayo, Storm, time's up
Time's up

[Verse 1]
You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
Fuck who did I offend, rappers, sit back, I’m 'bout to begin
Bout foul talk you squawk, never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw, did, or heard about
All told firsthand, never word of mouth
What’s in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder?
When the missile is aimed to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about killer instincts
Will turn bitch and knowin' damn well they lack in this division
The connoisseur crackin' your head with a four-by-four
Realize, sucker, I’ll be the comin' like Noah
Always simmer you down, perpetratin' façade and what you consider an image
To me, this is just a scrimmage
I’m feel I’m stone, not ‘cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true, I feel
(Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too)

[Scratching]
“Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too”

[Verse 2]
Speakin' in tongues about what you did but you never done it
Admit it, you bit it ‘cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I’m fed up with the bull on this focus of weed and clips
And Glock's gettin' cocked, and wax not bein' flipped
It’s the same ol' same ol', just strainin' from the anal
The content is not complexed or vexed
So why you pushin' it? Why you lyin' for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucker as a kid
Your persona’s drama that you acquired in high school in acting class
Your whole aura is Plexiglass
What’s-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That’s a lie, you was in church wit' your moms
See, I know, yo, slow your roll, give a “good to go”
Guys be lackin' in this thing called “rappin' just for dough”
Of course, we got to pay rent, so money connects, but uh
I’d rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It’s the principle of it, I get a rush when I bust some dope lines I wrote
That maybe somebody’ll quote
That’s what I consider real in this field of music
Instead of puttin' brain cells to work, they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody’s either crime-related or sexual
I’m here to make a difference, besides all the riffin'
To traps I’m not stickin', rappers, stop flippin'
For those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true, I feel
(Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too)

[Scratching]
“Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too”



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Wall Trap Sports

"Everybody is either crime-related or sexual!" O.C. was calling out goofies in the 90s and this statement is even more true in 2020! This whole song is very, prophetic. Back in the 90s you saw the downward trend taking place in rap. The lyrics in this song would even slay all these fake tough guy's on the whole URL/ Smack battle rap leagues. Shout out to OC!

Chili mostess

I've been telling that to people for years, folks gotta wake up!!

Etcher

@Yahnamore Zebulun or prescient

Yahnamore Zebulun

You hit it on the nail, "prophetic"

Son of Seth

When hip hop had heavyweights, and not sucker punchers

Medina Gaming Box

The punchline era is the second best!!

Son of Seth

@m priest What's mine is yours, my brother.

Justin Russo

Real talk

m priest

Aye bruvv I gotta take that line bruvv I can give you the credit for it but ima need that

Young esko05

For sure 💯

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