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  • Текст песни O.C. - Times Up

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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 conniseur, 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 -> Slick Rick
    (from the song _Hey Young World_)

    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 uhh
    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 -> Slick Rick
    (from the song _Hey Young World_)

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