Zebrahead - Time
Kick it Microphone check one, two got to run Cause everythings money and son I got none So I got to put my time in rhyme-in With my crew kicking down tracks and climbing Coming at you flowing sideways Everythings my way Kicking down rhymes from Friday to Friday Debunk all the things that I find untrue Got to make my way back cause I got you
Time, I think its dead, I know its dead So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat
So let me get back to the program I f you dont get it then here comes the diagram Boxing down beats like a heavyweight fighter Spitting out rhymes like a Pulitzer writer Always on top cause I wont ever let down Blowing down beats like a nuclear meltdown Do what I can cause I got to get through And I wont ever come back cause I got you
Can I get that far
Let the time fly and give it up to the volume With the funkadelic flow so I got you
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