Geronimo's work with the Cash Money Click led Irv to form a relationship with rapper Ja Rule. The 1997 album Vendetta saw him with a higher profile, working with Puff Daddy-related acts the LOX and the producer himself on the single "Nothin' Move but the Money. In 2003, he released his album Long Road Back.
A well needed and appreciated hiatus gave Mic the time he needed to be able to continue to contribute to hip hop in the way he always has. lyrical dexterity, content, and creativity all are hallmarks of this veteran from that irreplacable “golden era”.
Giving himself the time needed to constantly sharpen his skills, the “Master I.C.” is now poised to re-enter the arena with his long awaited return EP entitled “Lone Wolf”. That will be available for download June 1st 2010.
Lone Wolf is a recollection, an introspective and a rebirth for Mic. With many of the usual suspects on board, the Ep is a pre cursor to a tide of material Mic has been amassing and making ready for the public. The lead single entitled “Check The Bezel” is a Hillie Hill produced hybrid of jazziness with Mic's patented street wise intellect. Featuring newcomer “Yung French” on the hook, the song is infectious and easily satisfies fans of Geronimo new and old. With production by B Money (Hustler's Ambition 50 Cent, The Prelude Jay-Z), Ty Fyffe and Pete Rock, “Lone Wolf” is evidence that talent is one thing, but a gift never leaves or fades. In addition Mic has also brought on board allies from overseas with the bounce track “One” produced by Denmark's DJ Noize.
Time to Build
Mic Geronimo Lyrics
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This is time to build it's time to build
It's time to build it's time to build
It's time to build this is time to build
I format my mind for combat
In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that
Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in your static with the semi
So when I squeeze I'm off in the breeze with these
Licking shots at them whack MC's
With no direction, I rhyme with perfection skills
Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build
Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop
I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your fuckin block
Word is bond I go on
I'm breaking MC's with vocal tones over real rap songs
Insane in the brain nothing left to gain
Grab the mic up with skill when it's time to build, Mother Fuckers
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name
Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves
Cause Ja is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber
Infrared aimed at your jugular
Who the fuck are you? Nobody cares
You just be another nigga that needs repairs
Talking to all them niggas shitting
And all them faggots that be steady bitching, inside their insides twitching
Sod sill delivering, DOA push a nine to your mind and commence the spray
No bullshit, Natural's the king of left
Scared of life but want to play the game of death
What's next? Niggas wearing padded kotex
Pussy ass MC's get treated like rough sex
I'm possessed you can't feel what I feeler
Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
Yeah, fresh on the scene-a with the fucking next niggas demeanor
You know my work I bless and press more skirts then the cleaners
I'm damn relaxed cause you cats can't stress the G
Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me
Gone, niggas is moist like Duncan Hienz
Choice when I'm voicing my poise I got poison lines
So flame on I turn my game on the expert
Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network
Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic
You chicken like you don't know what an ass whippin feels like
I'm living flashbacks, I blaze niggas split like ass-cracks
It's the J to the A, smoother than jazz tracks, yeah
So when I'm browsing through your housing projects
Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough
Time to close I hit you with 16 of those
Next time maybe more, but who the fuck knows?
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo
I'm peeling niggas caps like oranges
Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm the reason my lil' sister smoking crack now
I'd feel guilty if I had a heart but I don't
To live a carefree life if I stop killing but I won't
It's in my blood to destroy man kind
With every murder I lose it little more of my damn mind
And I ain't got much left to lose nigga ,so don't snooze nigga
I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga
Respect my mother fucking style of rap
Murder your mic and your unborn child
This ain't wild just how niggas living on the street
A little something that can't be beat
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time
This is time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
This is time to build
This is time to build
This is time to build
The lyrics of Mic Geronimo's song "Time to Build" speak to the need to make the most of the present and work towards building a better future. The repetition of the phrase "It's time to build" highlights the urgency and importance of taking action. The lyrics also touch on themes of violence, drugs, and street life, portraying a gritty reality that Mic Geronimo has experienced and witnessed.
In the first verse, Mic Geronimo describes himself as being mentally prepared for combat, and being surrounded by dangerous people and substances. He boasts about his ability to lyrically defeat inferior rappers and malevolent people, highlighting his skill and strength. In the second verse, Ja, another rapper featured on the track, similarly boasts about his violent and sinister nature, describing himself as a "king of left" and a skilled killer. These verses depict a violent and harsh reality that these rappers face where "niggas get treated like rough sex."
In the third verse, Mic Geronimo takes a slightly different approach, focusing on his own success and capabilities. He describes himself as a skilled rapper with a smooth flow, noting that he has the ability to impress and please women. However, he also warns other rappers not to test him, as he is confident in his own abilities and will not hesitate to take them down. The final verse is the most intense and violent, with Mic Geronimo detailing his own experiences as someone who has committed acts of violence and feels little guilt for them. He acknowledges that his continued violence is part of his own nature and identity, and that he is unlikely to stop.
Overall, the song paints a picture of a harsh and violent reality, but also emphasizes the importance of taking action and working towards a better future. It highlights both the skill and strength of the rappers, as well as the deep-seated issues that they face.
Line by Line Meaning
It's time it's time it's time it's time
The urgency and importance of the current moment cannot be overstated
This is time to build it's time to build
Now is the moment to focus on growth and progress
I format my mind for combat
I prepare myself mentally for any challenges that may arise
In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that
My lyrics are so powerful and impactful that they can leave a lasting impact on listeners
Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe
I am surrounded by a close-knit group of loyal individuals, leaving little space for outsiders
Surrounded by murderous felons drinks and bags of weed
My environment is filled with dangerous individuals and substances
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I attack and engage with my opponents using my skillful and impressive style
I'm automatic trample in your static with the semi
I have a natural ability to overcome obstacles and dominate any opposition
So when I squeeze I'm off in the breeze with these
When I take action, I swiftly move on to the next task
Licking shots at them whack MC’s
I am targeting and criticizing weak and untalented rappers
With no direction, I rhyme with perfection skills
I possess extraordinary lyrical ability even without a specific purpose or direction
Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build
I bring others down or overpower them with my skills and presence when it's time to progress
Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop
Stay authentic and brace yourself for the impact when I deliver my powerful performance
I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your fuckin block
My unique style and presence overshadow and intimidate others, just like a neighborhood bully
Word is bond I go on
I always stay true to my word and continue to strive forward
I'm breaking MC's with vocal tones over real rap songs
I am overpowering and outperforming other rappers with my voice and genuine rap songs
Insane in the brain nothing left to gain
I am mentally unstable and have nothing more to achieve
Grab the mic up with skill when it's time to build, Mother Fuckers
I confidently take hold of the microphone and utilize my skills to progress and achieve
Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name
Others feel more discomfort and distress when they acknowledge and mention my name
Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves
People are terrified of the violence and death associated with me
Cause Ja is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber
I am a menacing figure who is ready to use a loaded 44 caliber gun
Infrared aimed at your jugular
I am targeting your vulnerable areas with precise accuracy
Who the fuck are you? Nobody cares
Your existence and presence hold no importance or significance
You just be another nigga that needs repairs
You are just another person who needs fixing or improvement
Talking to all them niggas shitting
You are engaging in useless and ineffective conversations with others
And all them faggots that be steady bitching, inside their insides twitching
Referring to people who complain and whine incessantly and are internally restless
Sod sill delivering, DOA push a nine to your mind and commence the spray
I continue to present my aggressive and deadly delivery, using words and actions as weapons
No bullshit, Natural's the king of left
I am straightforward and genuine, and I excel in my left-handed skill set
Scared of life but want to play the game of death
People are intimidated by the challenges and risks of life, yet they still pursue dangerous activities
What's next? Niggas wearing padded kotex
What will come next? Men displaying weakness and fragility, similar to wearing padded feminine hygiene products
Pussy ass MC's get treated like rough sex
Weak and insignificant rappers are handled roughly and harshly
I'm possessed you can't feel what I feeler
I am tormented and possessed by emotions and experiences that others cannot understand
Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh
Be cautious and gentle with me, handle with care
Yeah, fresh on the scene-a with the fucking next niggas demeanor
I have a fresh and impressive presence, surpassing the attitude and demeanor of other newcomers
You know my work I bless and press more skirts then the cleaners
My talent and performance impress and captivate more people than professional cleaners do
I'm damn relaxed cause you cats can't stress the G
I remain calm and composed because others are unable to intimidate or bother me
Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me
There isn't enough confidence or skill in others to challenge me
Gone, niggas is moist like Duncan Hienz
Others are weak and soft like a moist condiment brand, Duncan Hienz
Choice when I'm voicing my poise I got poison lines
I am selective and deliberate in my delivery, with powerful and toxic lyrics
So flame on I turn my game on the expert
I ignite and excel in my performance on an expert level
Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network
Others feel a sense of unease and fear when my name is mentioned across various platforms
Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic
I don't care about or value what other rappers are saying or doing on the microphone
You chicken like you don't know what an ass whippin feels like
Your cowardice and lack of experience make you oblivious to the pain of defeat
I'm living flashbacks, I blaze niggas split like ass-cracks
I am haunted by memories of past events, and I overpower and defeat my opponents with ease
It's the J to the A, smoother than jazz tracks, yeah
I am Ja, smooth and talented like jazz music
So when I'm browsing through your housing projects
When I am observing and navigating through your neighborhood
Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough
Others become uneasy and uncomfortable when I am present
Time to close I hit you with 16 of those
As I come to an end, I strike with 16 powerful lines
Next time maybe more, but who the fuck knows?
In the future, my impact may be even greater, but the outcome is uncertain
I'm peeling niggas caps like oranges
I am aggressively attacking and eliminating my opponents
Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches
I strike my enemies forcefully and violently, causing significant damage
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
I am a rough and dirty individual, and I prefer women who reflect the same qualities
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
My appearance, actions, and tools are associated with filth and violence
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I have engaged in so much wrongdoing that there is no way for me to change or repent
I'm the reason my lil' sister smoking crack now
My negative influence and actions have led to the destructive behavior of my younger sibling
I'd feel guilty if I had a heart but I don't
If I were capable of feeling remorse, I would feel guilty for my actions, but I am not
To live a carefree life if I stop killing but I won't
If I were to stop engaging in violence, I could have a worry-free existence, but I choose not to
It's in my blood to destroy man kind
My nature and inclination is to harm and bring destruction to humanity
With every murder I lose it little more of my damn mind
Each killing further deteriorates my mental stability
And I ain't got much left to lose nigga, so don't snooze nigga
I have very little to lose now, so don't underestimate or overlook me
I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga
I am warning you to fulfill your obligations and face the consequences
Respect my mother fucking style of rap
Give proper regard and admiration to my unique and compelling rap style
Murder your mic and your unborn child
I will completely overpower and destroy your microphone, as well as any potential future success
This ain't wild just how niggas living on the street
This is not madness, but rather how individuals living on the streets survive and behave
A little something that can't be beat
A small aspect of life that is unbeatable in terms of its impact and significance
Recognize, understand, recognize, understand
Realize and comprehend the truth and importance of the situation
This is time to build
Now is the moment to focus on growth and progress
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: IRVING LORENZO, MICHAEL MC DERMON
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