Rap about speed an' Time


I'ma stop tha clock my spit so swift you aint got time to cock ya glock//
So i'ma steal these rock's witout ya even see'in who i'm bein//
I' dont care if u disagreein' cos yo aint got time ta nod or shake ya head//
i'll intertwine instead be drinkin' da wine in ma burberry threads//
while your clocks still dead cos i removed da batteries while you were in bed//

ok time is nuttin but a method fo demise
at the beginnin of each day a new suprise//
somewhere soon ull meet demise
or get "beamed up" like enterprise//
mental wit info like intel fate will seal yo destiny
aint no testin me its like u arrested b//
a lifetime to see a million places to be
so lyrically they think im criminaly insane
erotic he cant refrain leave u cut quick the speed outruns the pain//

i spit at mass speeds so i rip out a tornado,
that make u unable,
to react with these hits that i deliver,
make u quiver and shiver,
i build a time machnie and keep goin back 5 minutes,
so over and over i can enjoy gettin u finished,
then while i pause our very own existance,
i must be persistant with my thefting my robin my stealin,
snatch rocks off every nigga dealin,
as time resumes i presume no one had felt the change,
when i'm spittin with subliminal speeds i rio uot a poetical vortex that makes the whole world rearrange

yo aight... whats the time foos
whoa dont look ya might jus miss
this lyrical mistake, imma take ya to tha jake.
naw im jus playin, i aint no fake, cant bake no cakes
unless im supplied with the materials i can spread my
intrails all across ya grave, cuz you thinkin you so brave
bustin out 1st grade sentences, makin no sense
tornados you say? is that el nino or al pachino
i saw him in any givin sunday, last monday
cool james will say "tha ladies love him"
but we all no, he aint gettin J Lo
betta watch out, or you gonna end up wit a haylow
ova ya head , cuz dont ya know im already dead
from all that bunk ass skunk. and it must be showin im my lyrics
cuz yall cant stand it, or maybe its cuz yall are pathetic haha

ITS WAY PAST TIME/ TO SAY YOU SUCK AT TRYING TO RHYME/

its time for stoner bashing

every body here rhymin wit perfect timinbeating me is harder than rock climbin wit no rope leave you wit no hope even with the pope youand him will be scoped by the ku klux klans you think you tight but you suck man

my spits are so raw they split rips in space
fool around the the continum transfunkshana
and continue the homonoid race
look thers bush dancein around like a nut case
in purple and shiny chromed lace
oh shit wuts that must be a new shit
its a picture of me and a little fox
o0o0o0 shit the phuture rox

I'm gunna change up the pace
It's like Im in a race
taken out my blazer to put you in your place
got a 3.8 in the space of my engine
you got a 2.0 with no face
Your rice roctet bitch
can't flip anyshit
but my blazer will show you how we do.

its 12:04 and im coastin
the clock wont stop movin its a constant like motion,
friction and time got somethin in commin,
because they both a force of nature and an ancessment of me bombin,
world trade center collapsed around 8:45 in the morning,
that shit is entertaiment to other me but to me its borin

i bob and weave so fast, you could never hit me,
my flows at lightning speed, hit ya quickly
bitch i do fifty, miles per hour rappen
you better not blink, or you might miss what happened
dont let me catch you nappen, cuz the clock never stops
tic to the toc, i even bust fast when bitches lick the cock
and now im done, at a quarter past one.

hey ppl /im about to throw this faggot off the steeple/
i cant believe how t.v can bring u bac to reality/
its just me/tryin to make it in life/wit my awesome wife/
if u need lessons on how to battle/
just remember dont fuckin tattle

time is a muthafuckin gimmic to rule the poor,
give rich niggaz nice watches like rotary and tag heur,
time is supposed to be like a woven cloth,
I won't grow old I just get worn out and pissed off
time does'nt heal it's a myth,
u just forget about shit and get used to it,

time is but a number just a way to look at things//
i am just a blunder but i wonder why i cant shake this ring//
inside my head so i shed lead at every fuckin chump//
im so ruthless i leave you toothless and your body ina dump//
all because you tried to fuck my rump//
so you get 3 clips unloaded into your body.. yea you get pumped//
fulla lead, no bullets to your head cuz your already dead//
oh shit its 3:30pm time to go to work... as your laying cold and red//

2pac 'n' nas are shit they can't rap