Zebrahead - Time Lyrics
Kick itMicrophone check one, two got to runCause everythings money and son I got noneSo I got to put my time in rhyme inWith my crew kicking down tracks and climbingComing at you flowing sidewaysEverythings my wayKicking down rhymes from friday to fridayDebunk all the things that I find untrueGot to make my way back causeI got youTime, I think its dead, I know its deadSo lay down the rhythm and box out the beatSo let me get back to the programIf you dont get it then here comes the diagramBoxing down beats like a heavyweight fighterSpitting out rhymes like a pulitzer writerAlways on top cause I wont ever let downBlowing down beasts like a nuclear meltdownDo what I can cause I got to get throughAnd I wont ever come back cause I got youCan I get that farLet the time fly and give it up to the volumeWith the funkadelic flow so I got you.
