Time Is Tickin'
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โฑ๏ธ 4:07 duration
๐ ID: 12601150
๐ Lyrics
Time is ticking away; time is ticking away
Man, there's soldiers dying deep in their graves
Time is ticking away; time is ticking away
So before I go I got to get paid
No, I'm not speaking to them
When I speak to each and every individual;
Trapped in these streets visuals where the police be despicable
And get to know your plot and your plan
Trying to find rocks in your hand
See what you got, and look in
All up in your pot and your pan
But I only got one chance to get that knot in my hand
Fuck a bitch, fuck romancing, it ain't no stopping us man
On a rampage, these damn days got me stuck like bandages
How can a man raise his column with the fuck Uncle Sam page?
So I hustle, tussle with the local knuckles to their drawers
Rest in peace Rappin' Ron, I gots to buckle for my thug man
All hands clap for this Westcoast Rap
While we're smoking on these sacks keeping Oakland on the map
We play whores to the best max
And players strictly saxing prayers
When they're ticking it, the plot, yep, we're kicking it
Such a thickening displaying in my mind
Til I dismay, time is ticking away
But forever and a day, I'll be fine
Rhymes that's incline to reach
Debt stretched from the streets to beach
To be some peace, yet, some seak
The cripple way I show them triple play
Hold on to your grip before it slowly slip away
Prolong your trip; so they can gong your itch
Learning right from wrong, writing songs that's on hit
My voice's expandable, yep, it's choice words from my mandible
No cannibals, enjoy my voice; words understandable
If you, have a chance to, think you could dance to
What herb got no nerve, now, you shot to curb
Otis blurts on manuals that filled me with destruction
And my abduction will be coming up on nothing
Time is ticking away and I see technology surpassing humanity
It ain't demanding me to stop for all my piling insanity
But I planned to be a rich man, with diamond wrist bands
Designing good plans, watching my rhyming expand
to a higher plateau, so I can admire bad whores
Gotta let them tire rascals, cause they all desire cash-flow
But No-No I ain't exposed to for, I'm on a whole another page
Creeping when I load up the gauge
And it's deeper than the whole of the grave
So partner, throw up your page, wraps
As I make the whole damn stage collapse
Strapped with major gats to lay suckers and haters flat
I spray the mack, on jacks and High-Space scratch of packing dice
At night, my criminal activity is to track the bites
And niggaz wanna get rid of me
With hopes that are sending me to after life
Hoping that I can be broken but I'm from Oakland
And the nine acting right, take heat to these raps I write
I flow with wisdom, through the solar system
Telling all y'all soldiers listen
Behind the scenes to a revolution
I'm steadily shooting lines to screen
From the head that's loosing
Thirty degrees and the other seventy day don't give us
Living unheavenly, Murky Jeans is what work with
But see a shady business classify us some threats to sound
So if you better start from bottom, then it's best to stand
Illegal riches and bitches is just to test the man
Shuffle in my left hand, or rebel struggle
Lighting brothers up Jessie Tuggle
Fighting to juggle, Huhh. my money and adversaries
I need to switch to get some gadgets from the library
Checking maggots and faggots, so why should I worry
They trapped under bights, now?? the lightening
And hot as frightening
And be strapped in the night when the time heightening
Up african descents, smack dead men
It's just a formia of reality
They don't know me so they battle me
East Oakland, Cali G-the-Funk straight for ballies
Man, there's soldiers dying deep in their graves
Time is ticking away; time is ticking away
So before I go I got to get paid
No, I'm not speaking to them
When I speak to each and every individual;
Trapped in these streets visuals where the police be despicable
And get to know your plot and your plan
Trying to find rocks in your hand
See what you got, and look in
All up in your pot and your pan
But I only got one chance to get that knot in my hand
Fuck a bitch, fuck romancing, it ain't no stopping us man
On a rampage, these damn days got me stuck like bandages
How can a man raise his column with the fuck Uncle Sam page?
So I hustle, tussle with the local knuckles to their drawers
Rest in peace Rappin' Ron, I gots to buckle for my thug man
All hands clap for this Westcoast Rap
While we're smoking on these sacks keeping Oakland on the map
We play whores to the best max
And players strictly saxing prayers
When they're ticking it, the plot, yep, we're kicking it
Such a thickening displaying in my mind
Til I dismay, time is ticking away
But forever and a day, I'll be fine
Rhymes that's incline to reach
Debt stretched from the streets to beach
To be some peace, yet, some seak
The cripple way I show them triple play
Hold on to your grip before it slowly slip away
Prolong your trip; so they can gong your itch
Learning right from wrong, writing songs that's on hit
My voice's expandable, yep, it's choice words from my mandible
No cannibals, enjoy my voice; words understandable
If you, have a chance to, think you could dance to
What herb got no nerve, now, you shot to curb
Otis blurts on manuals that filled me with destruction
And my abduction will be coming up on nothing
Time is ticking away and I see technology surpassing humanity
It ain't demanding me to stop for all my piling insanity
But I planned to be a rich man, with diamond wrist bands
Designing good plans, watching my rhyming expand
to a higher plateau, so I can admire bad whores
Gotta let them tire rascals, cause they all desire cash-flow
But No-No I ain't exposed to for, I'm on a whole another page
Creeping when I load up the gauge
And it's deeper than the whole of the grave
So partner, throw up your page, wraps
As I make the whole damn stage collapse
Strapped with major gats to lay suckers and haters flat
I spray the mack, on jacks and High-Space scratch of packing dice
At night, my criminal activity is to track the bites
And niggaz wanna get rid of me
With hopes that are sending me to after life
Hoping that I can be broken but I'm from Oakland
And the nine acting right, take heat to these raps I write
I flow with wisdom, through the solar system
Telling all y'all soldiers listen
Behind the scenes to a revolution
I'm steadily shooting lines to screen
From the head that's loosing
Thirty degrees and the other seventy day don't give us
Living unheavenly, Murky Jeans is what work with
But see a shady business classify us some threats to sound
So if you better start from bottom, then it's best to stand
Illegal riches and bitches is just to test the man
Shuffle in my left hand, or rebel struggle
Lighting brothers up Jessie Tuggle
Fighting to juggle, Huhh. my money and adversaries
I need to switch to get some gadgets from the library
Checking maggots and faggots, so why should I worry
They trapped under bights, now?? the lightening
And hot as frightening
And be strapped in the night when the time heightening
Up african descents, smack dead men
It's just a formia of reality
They don't know me so they battle me
East Oakland, Cali G-the-Funk straight for ballies
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.67] Time is ticking away; time is ticking away
[00:08.30] Man, there's soldiers dying deep in their graves
[00:15.65] Time is ticking away; time is ticking away
[00:19.24] So before I go I got to get paid
[00:24.75] No, I'm not speaking to them
[00:26.57] When I speak to each and every individual;
[00:28.37] Trapped in these streets visuals where the police be despicable
[00:31.14] And get to know your plot and your plan
[00:32.97] Trying to find rocks in your hand
[00:33.87] See what you got, and look in
[00:34.78] All up in your pot and your pan
[00:36.53] But I only got one chance to get that knot in my hand
[00:38.43] Fuck a bitch, fuck romancing, it ain't no stopping us man
[00:41.18] On a rampage, these damn days got me stuck like bandages
[00:43.86] How can a man raise his column with the fuck Uncle Sam page?
[00:46.52] So I hustle, tussle with the local knuckles to their drawers
[00:49.37] Rest in peace Rappin' Ron, I gots to buckle for my thug man
[00:52.02] All hands clap for this Westcoast Rap
[00:54.86] While we're smoking on these sacks keeping Oakland on the map
[00:57.50] We play whores to the best max
[00:59.37] And players strictly saxing prayers
[01:01.13] When they're ticking it, the plot, yep, we're kicking it
[01:03.06] Such a thickening displaying in my mind
[01:04.86] Til I dismay, time is ticking away
[01:06.61] But forever and a day, I'll be fine
[01:09.49] Rhymes that's incline to reach
[01:11.23] Debt stretched from the streets to beach
[01:13.02] To be some peace, yet, some seak
[01:14.87] The cripple way I show them triple play
[01:16.72] Hold on to your grip before it slowly slip away
[01:19.43] Prolong your trip; so they can gong your itch
[01:22.14] Learning right from wrong, writing songs that's on hit
[01:24.93] My voice's expandable, yep, it's choice words from my mandible
[01:27.69] No cannibals, enjoy my voice; words understandable
[01:30.39] If you, have a chance to, think you could dance to
[01:33.19] What herb got no nerve, now, you shot to curb
[01:34.96] Otis blurts on manuals that filled me with destruction
[01:38.56] And my abduction will be coming up on nothing
[02:02.63] Time is ticking away and I see technology surpassing humanity
[02:05.34] It ain't demanding me to stop for all my piling insanity
[02:08.14] But I planned to be a rich man, with diamond wrist bands
[02:10.82] Designing good plans, watching my rhyming expand
[02:13.57] to a higher plateau, so I can admire bad whores
[02:16.38] Gotta let them tire rascals, cause they all desire cash-flow
[02:18.10] But No-No I ain't exposed to for, I'm on a whole another page
[02:20.84] Creeping when I load up the gauge
[02:22.60] And it's deeper than the whole of the grave
[02:23.57] So partner, throw up your page, wraps
[02:25.47] As I make the whole damn stage collapse
[02:27.27] Strapped with major gats to lay suckers and haters flat
[02:29.07] I spray the mack, on jacks and High-Space scratch of packing dice
[02:31.83] At night, my criminal activity is to track the bites
[02:34.50] And niggaz wanna get rid of me
[02:36.33] With hopes that are sending me to after life
[02:37.20] Hoping that I can be broken but I'm from Oakland
[02:39.12] And the nine acting right, take heat to these raps I write
[02:41.83] I flow with wisdom, through the solar system
[02:43.65] Telling all y'all soldiers listen
[02:45.44] Behind the scenes to a revolution
[02:47.31] I'm steadily shooting lines to screen
[02:49.16] From the head that's loosing
[02:50.08] Thirty degrees and the other seventy day don't give us
[02:52.76] Living unheavenly, Murky Jeans is what work with
[02:55.59] But see a shady business classify us some threats to sound
[02:58.27] So if you better start from bottom, then it's best to stand
[03:00.95] Illegal riches and bitches is just to test the man
[03:03.78] Shuffle in my left hand, or rebel struggle
[03:05.54] Lighting brothers up Jessie Tuggle
[03:07.32] Fighting to juggle, Huhh. my money and adversaries
[03:10.12] I need to switch to get some gadgets from the library
[03:12.88] Checking maggots and faggots, so why should I worry
[03:15.57] They trapped under bights, now?? the lightening
[03:17.74] And hot as frightening
[03:18.66] And be strapped in the night when the time heightening
[03:20.45] Up african descents, smack dead men
[03:23.14] It's just a formia of reality
[03:25.00] They don't know me so they battle me
[03:26.86] East Oakland, Cali G-the-Funk straight for ballies
[03:29.51]
[00:08.30] Man, there's soldiers dying deep in their graves
[00:15.65] Time is ticking away; time is ticking away
[00:19.24] So before I go I got to get paid
[00:24.75] No, I'm not speaking to them
[00:26.57] When I speak to each and every individual;
[00:28.37] Trapped in these streets visuals where the police be despicable
[00:31.14] And get to know your plot and your plan
[00:32.97] Trying to find rocks in your hand
[00:33.87] See what you got, and look in
[00:34.78] All up in your pot and your pan
[00:36.53] But I only got one chance to get that knot in my hand
[00:38.43] Fuck a bitch, fuck romancing, it ain't no stopping us man
[00:41.18] On a rampage, these damn days got me stuck like bandages
[00:43.86] How can a man raise his column with the fuck Uncle Sam page?
[00:46.52] So I hustle, tussle with the local knuckles to their drawers
[00:49.37] Rest in peace Rappin' Ron, I gots to buckle for my thug man
[00:52.02] All hands clap for this Westcoast Rap
[00:54.86] While we're smoking on these sacks keeping Oakland on the map
[00:57.50] We play whores to the best max
[00:59.37] And players strictly saxing prayers
[01:01.13] When they're ticking it, the plot, yep, we're kicking it
[01:03.06] Such a thickening displaying in my mind
[01:04.86] Til I dismay, time is ticking away
[01:06.61] But forever and a day, I'll be fine
[01:09.49] Rhymes that's incline to reach
[01:11.23] Debt stretched from the streets to beach
[01:13.02] To be some peace, yet, some seak
[01:14.87] The cripple way I show them triple play
[01:16.72] Hold on to your grip before it slowly slip away
[01:19.43] Prolong your trip; so they can gong your itch
[01:22.14] Learning right from wrong, writing songs that's on hit
[01:24.93] My voice's expandable, yep, it's choice words from my mandible
[01:27.69] No cannibals, enjoy my voice; words understandable
[01:30.39] If you, have a chance to, think you could dance to
[01:33.19] What herb got no nerve, now, you shot to curb
[01:34.96] Otis blurts on manuals that filled me with destruction
[01:38.56] And my abduction will be coming up on nothing
[02:02.63] Time is ticking away and I see technology surpassing humanity
[02:05.34] It ain't demanding me to stop for all my piling insanity
[02:08.14] But I planned to be a rich man, with diamond wrist bands
[02:10.82] Designing good plans, watching my rhyming expand
[02:13.57] to a higher plateau, so I can admire bad whores
[02:16.38] Gotta let them tire rascals, cause they all desire cash-flow
[02:18.10] But No-No I ain't exposed to for, I'm on a whole another page
[02:20.84] Creeping when I load up the gauge
[02:22.60] And it's deeper than the whole of the grave
[02:23.57] So partner, throw up your page, wraps
[02:25.47] As I make the whole damn stage collapse
[02:27.27] Strapped with major gats to lay suckers and haters flat
[02:29.07] I spray the mack, on jacks and High-Space scratch of packing dice
[02:31.83] At night, my criminal activity is to track the bites
[02:34.50] And niggaz wanna get rid of me
[02:36.33] With hopes that are sending me to after life
[02:37.20] Hoping that I can be broken but I'm from Oakland
[02:39.12] And the nine acting right, take heat to these raps I write
[02:41.83] I flow with wisdom, through the solar system
[02:43.65] Telling all y'all soldiers listen
[02:45.44] Behind the scenes to a revolution
[02:47.31] I'm steadily shooting lines to screen
[02:49.16] From the head that's loosing
[02:50.08] Thirty degrees and the other seventy day don't give us
[02:52.76] Living unheavenly, Murky Jeans is what work with
[02:55.59] But see a shady business classify us some threats to sound
[02:58.27] So if you better start from bottom, then it's best to stand
[03:00.95] Illegal riches and bitches is just to test the man
[03:03.78] Shuffle in my left hand, or rebel struggle
[03:05.54] Lighting brothers up Jessie Tuggle
[03:07.32] Fighting to juggle, Huhh. my money and adversaries
[03:10.12] I need to switch to get some gadgets from the library
[03:12.88] Checking maggots and faggots, so why should I worry
[03:15.57] They trapped under bights, now?? the lightening
[03:17.74] And hot as frightening
[03:18.66] And be strapped in the night when the time heightening
[03:20.45] Up african descents, smack dead men
[03:23.14] It's just a formia of reality
[03:25.00] They don't know me so they battle me
[03:26.86] East Oakland, Cali G-the-Funk straight for ballies
[03:29.51]