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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