oc - time's up

[Intro]

Ayo, Storm, time's up

Time's up

[Verse 1]

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin

Fuck who did I offend, rappers, sit back, I’m 'bout to begin

Bout foul talk you squawk, 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

All told firsthand, 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

Will turn bitch and knowin' damn well they lack in this division

The connoisseur crackin' your head with a four-by-four

Realize, sucker, I’ll be the comin' like Noah

Always simmer you down, perpetratin' façade and what you consider an 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, hardrocks’ too)

[Scratching]

“Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too”

[Verse 2]

Speakin' in tongues about what you did but you never done it

Admit it, 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 Glock's gettin' cocked, and wax not bein' flipped

It’s the same ol' same ol', just strainin' from the anal

The content is not complexed or vexed

So why you pushin' it? Why you lyin' for? I know where you live

I know your folks, you was a sucker as a kid

Your persona’s drama that you acquired in high school in acting class

Your whole aura is Plexiglass

What’s-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park

That’s a lie, you was in church wit' 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 got to pay rent, so money connects, but uh

I’d rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect

It’s the principle of it, I get a rush when I bust some dope lines I wrote

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'

To traps I’m not stickin', rappers, stop flippin'

For those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true, I feel

(Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too)