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 dis playing 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
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 sol ar 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 un heavenly,
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
An d 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