1. Time was a ro… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least five artists with the name Time:
1. Time was a rock band from ex-Yugoslavia that was formed in 1971 in Zagreb, Croatia, by Dado Topić (vocals), after leaving his previous band Korni Grupa.
The original lineup consisted of Topić, Tihomir Pop Asanović (organ), Vedran Božić (guitar), Mario Mavrin (bass), Ratko Divjak (drums), and Brane Lambert Živković (piano and flute). Time frequently changed lineup, and after three albums and many tours disbanded in late 1977. Topić embarked on a solo career.
In 1998 and 2001 Time reunited to play a limited number of live concerts, and still play together as a rock trio.
Time played a style of progressive rock with some jazz influences, perhaps similar to musical notions expressed by Genesis or Steely Dan. The first album, Time I (1972), had prominent Hammond organ, piano, and flute. Time II (1975) had a harder sound and included several ballads, while the third album, Život u čizmama s visokom petom (1976), was a turn towards more jazz-funk production style.
2. Time was an art-rock band with a strong British slant, holding a middle ground between the psychedelic 1967 Pepper field and the cerebral excursions of the early prog era. In 1967 Lynn David Newton formed formed the group, originally calling it Time. Later they were known as Think Dog!. As Time they released only one album Before There Was... in 1968.
3. Time is a solo rapper/emcee from Denver, Colorado. He is the front man for the group Calm. with producer AwareNess. Time has toured all over the world and worked with the likes of Sole, C-Rayz Walz, and Kool Keith.
4. Time was an Italo-disco group, best known for the single "Love Is the Reason".
5. Time is the name of the solo side project of Chris Ryan of Black Congress.
Poser
Time Lyrics
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Hey time, hey time, what kind of rapper are you
(Time)
Oh I'm one of those posers dude
I'm one of those I'm so intelligent rappers
I'm a rap dweeb, rap geek
I love rapping, I'm a rap freak
No wait I'm one of those only got college fan hippy rappers
No, I'm one of those I'm not an emcee I'm a rapper rappers
(Teen Wolf)
Emcee chat room moderator yo
Took the fork in the road starting eating with it
Cutting and stabbing at the earth's crust
Fatal attractions the worst lust
I don't thirst for much
Dead, dumb and blind to this world
Stumbled into love at first touch
Now I'm numb, they vowed they come, got loud for some
Take ninety nine percent of the population and you'll get a crowd of
Dumb
Cause creativity and innovation is change
If you don't give tradition
Ventilation then the popular will develop hunger pangs
Truth is strange, stranger than fiction
Out of the average number range
So sign the petition
Cause if I'm white and like hip hop then I'm a nerd
And if I'm not holding anything gold or silver then I probably took third
When the windows clean we enjoy the view
But when it's dirty we complain about how our vision is blurred
(I can't see, I can't see)
So I took off my sock and shot off a missile toe
(Where my dogs at?)
Cause no humans hear my whistle blow
Hip hops still in the fifties seeing everything black and white
Now we got flat screens with techni-color
It's really not that serious but get your facts right
Darwin said the evolution won't be televised
So I'm serving up plates of sarcasm on my satellite dish laughing tonight
Cause I'm one of those you know
I got a third eye super spiritual meditate when I freestyle rappers
I'm one of those abstract cats
No, I'm commercial and write about how I act black raps
Cause if I don't write about space ships then the weirdo's won't like me
And if I don't switch up my style then the thugs will bite me
Wait a minute
You're not hip hop if you don't act like a rebel
But everyone's a rebel so I'd be a rebel
If I acted normal instead of gullible
Serving kid's humility Pills with a side bowl of soul
I'm not hip hop because I'm not an atheist
Matter of fact forget being hip hop, I'm music
I'm just a writer holding a wad of luck
I'm saying my words if they don't applaud who gives a fuck
Open up your third eye
You see cause I'm one of optimistic conscious kids
Who spawn nonsense about what music is
I'm one of those keeping hip hop alive rappers
Nah I'm killing it, it's dead
I'm one of those rappers who makes words off the top of his head
I'm the dopest, I'm the whackest, nah I'm probably in the middle
You think rappers create words, your vernacular's too little
Cause if I wear a Yankee cap and an ego I can rap
I make friends with worms aspirating dirt
It's frightening down under
People dance for moisture but don't want the lightning and sound of thunder
It's exciting to wonder
That opinions are facts and not records but candles are wax
And at my home I got a bloody mantle displaying all the knives from my back
I got the posture of a jelly fish
Speed of a crustacean
And I hate the weekends cause it doesn't give me enough time to ventilate
My frustrations
Who knows people that hate freestyling
(I do I do)
I'm one of those rappers who don't go to battles
They just sit home writing love poems and haikus
Us rappers need to stick together
But I'm not like you
Wanna know why?
Cause if I win a battle they say you got beat by a skater
I'm one of those rappers who suck
And when you tell me I suck I call you a hater
(Don't be hating yo)
Cause I won't be popular if I don't rap about fallopian tubes
And I can't be gangster if I don't rhyme with Ethiopian dudes
No I'm one of assholes who's got a big ego from doing local shit
Matter of fact, I'm not an emcee or a rapper I'm a vocalist
(The typewriters)
I'm one of those pretty boy rappers
I'm one of those homely rappers
I'm one of those pretty boy rappers
What are you, what are you, what are you?
Go ahead yell until your voice do break
I'm just one of those rappers being offended is a choice you make
The song "Poser" by Time is a commentary on the state of the rap industry and the pressure rappers face to conform to certain stereotypes and expectations. The song starts with Time admitting that he's a "poser" rapper, poking fun at the various personas and identities that rappers adopt in order to fit in or stand out in the industry. In the second verse, Teen Wolf speaks of his struggles to find true love and acceptance in a world that values appearances and trends over individuality and authenticity.
Throughout the song, Time challenges the notion that a rapper has to be a rebel, a gangster, or a space enthusiast to be considered "real" or legitimate. He also acknowledges the double standard that exists for white rappers, who are often dismissed as "nerds" or "wannabes" if they don't conform to certain expectations or if they try too hard to emulate the style of black rappers.
Ultimately, Time concludes that the only way to be a truly authentic rapper is to be oneself and not worry about what others think or expect. He encourages listeners to open up their "third eye" and see beyond the surface level of the rap industry, where conformity and gimmicks often overshadow creativity and originality.
Contributed by James I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.