Zebrahead Lyrics

Album: Waste Of Mind

Time Lyrics

Kick it 

Microphone check one, two got to run 

Cause everything's 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 

Everything's 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 it's dead 

So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat 

so let me get back to the program 

If you don't 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 won't ever let down 

Blowing down beasts like a nuclear meltdown 

Do what I can cause I got to get through 

And I won't 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.