Times Up
DJ Jazzy Jeff Lyrics


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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
But turned bitch and knowin' damn well they lack
In this division the connoisseur, crackin' your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin' like Noah
Always sendin' you down, perpetratin' facadin' what you consider
A 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, hard rocks 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 old same old just strain it from the anal
The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
So why you puhsin' 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 actin' 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 oral, 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, hard rocks too

Overall Meaning

In "Times Up," DJ Jazzy Jeff lays into rappers who lack substance and authenticity, relying instead on tired and unoriginal themes of crime and sex. He calls out those who talk a big game without actually following through with their words, and those who have built their careers by copying others. Instead, DJ Jazzy Jeff advocates for a different approach to hip hop - one that values originality, creativity, and respect over just making money.


Throughout the song, DJ Jazzy Jeff uses a mix of metaphors and direct language to convey his message. He describes his own style as "stone" - unbreakable and unshakeable - and implies that other rappers are just imitations of the real thing. He also references religion and history, comparing himself to Noah and warning of a coming "missile" that will destroy those who lack true talent.


Ultimately, "Times Up" is a scathing critique of the shallow and uninspired state of much of the hip hop industry. DJ Jazzy Jeff challenges his fellow rappers to do better, to be more thoughtful in their lyrics and more true to themselves. It's a rallying cry for artists who want to make a real difference, rather than just cashing in on the latest trends.


Line by Line Meaning

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
You are deficient in the essential nutrients for success.


Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
I don't care who I offend, I'm about to start rapping.


Bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the walk
You talk a big game but have no experience to back it up.


More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
You will eventually face challenges, but you've never been in trouble with the law.


My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about or told first hand, never word of mouth
My album will contain my personal experiences and stories I've heard directly, not rumors or hearsay.


What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
What will happen to the blended music style in the future?


Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder
Rappers are at risk, who will use their intelligence to stand out from the rest?


When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
When the competition comes after you with everything they've got.


Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
Some will succeed while others will fail.


The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
The people who talk about being killers are often the weakest.


But turned bitch and knowin' damn well they lack
But then act cowardly even though they know they have no real power.


In this division the connoisseur, crackin' your head with a 4 by 4
In this rap competition, the skilled rapper is like a warrior with a weapon.


Realize sucka, I be the comin' like Noah
You should recognize that I'm bringing something important, like Noah did.


Always sendin' you down, perpetratin' facadin' what you consider
I always bring you down, exposing the fake persona you've created.


A image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
To me, your image is just a temporary test in this rap game.


I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
I am solid and unbreakable, not because of my style or appearance.


The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
I perform better when I put more passion into my rapping.


Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
I have no respect for those who claim to be great rappers but lack authenticity.


Their time's limited, hard rocks too
Even the tough guys won't last forever in this rap game.


Speakin' in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
You're bragging about things you've never actually accomplished.


Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
Admit that you copied someone else's style because they succeeded.


I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
I think it's ironic, so I investigated further.


Most write about stuff they fantasized
Most rappers write about things they've only imagined or made up.


I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
I'm tired of the obsession with drugs and guns in rap culture.


And glocks gettin' cocked, and wax not bein' flipped
I'm sick of hearing about guns being readied and drugs not being sold.


It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal
It's the same old thing, just coming from a different source.


The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
There's nothing complicated or challenging about the music being made.


So why you puhsin' it? Why you lyin' for? I know where you live
Why are you promoting something you don't believe in? I know the truth about you.


I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
I know your family, you were weak when you were younger.


Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin' class
Your image is fake and theatrical, like something you learned in a high school drama class.


Your whole aura is plexi-glass
Your entire persona is transparent and easily penetrable.


What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
I heard a rumor that you shot someone in the park last week, from an unnamed source.


That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
That's not true, you were at church with your mother.


See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
I know the truth about you, so calm down and give me permission to proceed.


Guys be lackin' in this thing called rappin' just for dough
Some rappers are only in it for the money and lack the talent and passion for true rapping.


Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uh
Of course we have to pay our bills, so we need to make money, but...


I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
I would rather have respect in the rap community even if it means being broke.


It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust
It's a matter of principle, and I get an adrenaline rush when I freestyle.


Some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote
I want to deliver some great rhymes that people will remember and share.


That's what I consider real, in this field of music
I believe that authenticity and real talent is what truly matters in the rap game.


Instead of puttin' brain cells to work they abuse it
Instead of using their brains to create something original, they waste it on drugs and other vices.


Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Many rappers lack new ideas and creativity.


Everybody's either crime-related or sexual
Most rappers only talk about sex and crime in their lyrics.


I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin'
I want to make a change in the rap community despite all the negativity and criticism.


The traps are not stickin', rappers stop flippin'
Their tricks and lies are not working, other rappers should stop copying them.


For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
I have a message for those who pretend to be great rappers but lack originality and authenticity.


Their time's limited, hard rocks too
Even the tough guys won't last forever.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANTHONY BEST, OMAR GERRYL CREDLE

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@ivanbrown4564

Jazzy Jeff ending it with "YOU'LL SEE JAY AGAIN MY FRIEND," ended the tribute PERFECTLY! Gave me chills, a lump in my throat and that loving feeling that still haunts me.

@19docholliday70

Man ,I feel ya.I'm 49 .Rap music today can't hold a candle to these Legends

@soulfulman1971

I feel you, man. Run DMC came to Michigan in the summer of 2017. When Run introduced Jam Master Jay's two sons, I found myself fighting back tears.

@christopherholloway7662

RIP Jam Master J.. Not enough Likes.💫💫💫💫💫💫💫

@jarvisbrown9007

Jazzy Jeff just leaves everyone in chills. That dude is unreal

@gregpeek352

Facts

@BOSSSHAWN

Jazzy Jeff Is the best DJ in history period.  I could literally sit and watch Jazzy Jeff DJ all day he's that good.  His timing and smoothness is unmatched.  His transformer scratching is flat out ridiculous.

@michaelmurdock7621

Don't leave out DJ SCRATCH THO

@samuelwhite6156

DJ Cash Money

@esseen100

Jeff's DJ parties are like a concert.

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