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Bout That Time by Epidemic Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2015

[Verse 1: Tek-nition]
Little nigga I'm Ali at his best
I'm just as cocky and snobby as the rest
To box me shit is monotony kid you sloppy as a mess
To bet on sonny you probably have a debt
Tryin' to disguise and finalizing your lines
Like a polygraphic test
You gonna need the force
Illuminated I don't need a torch
And if I need a torch I scorch you till you're a bleeding corpse
Before I see the courts I smear prints
You won't see a source and peel out
Just like the gear shifts in a European Porsche
I'm fresh, I'm fresh as an umbilical cord
Before the physician snips and stitch it the minute it's born
Fresher than my Givenchy kicks out a signature []
That will deliver straight to the crib before ships to the stores, I'm nice
And I ain't stopping till my stocks is long
And every jewel that I cop full of rocks and charms
I'm on my toes like my socks is on
If you ain't heard we on the road then your clocks is wrong
Cause it's about that time
[Hook]
Hey, yo, it's 'bout that time
I think it's time our team brings you up to speed
We giving these listeners just what they need
We do this shit one time
Hexagon, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My man, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
I think it's 'bout that time
So listen close, God and tell me what you hear
We're bringing that mad flava to your ear
We do this shit one time
Hex-One, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My dawg, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
Don't get checked, nigga

[Verse 1: Hex-One]
Yo, we're bringing it back yo
The rappers that sing about slingin the crack blow, o
They liable for catchin' an imminent smack, though
They seem to be only for living to stack dough
We deliver the last blow at your wack show
Yo, the shit that I spit got you thinkin of Castro
You pitiful fakes get clowned
All you ridiculous spitters pretending you better than greats get down
I'm meticulous with ancient sound
Niggas with feminine traits get found
Ha, now B, allow me to break it down
You follow my odyssey gotta be ready to take this crown
Cause I be the illest up in this repetitive business
I'm a veteran with this
You bringing that negative rhetoric
Nigga you better inflict hits
Berettas could dead an intelligent witness
With metal as heavy as elephant imprints
A rebel that settles in ghettos developing instincts
With relevant distance from wackness you wanna get sick, bitch?
Then practice we map shit as vivid as an atlas
I'm trying to depict this with caskets
You wind in my hit list the facts is
You ever get Chris pissed, it's blackness, motherfuckers
[Hook]
Hey, yo, it's 'bout that time
I think it's time our team brings you up to speed
We giving these listeners just what they need
We do this shit one time
Hexagon, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My man, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
I think it's 'bout that time
So listen close God and tell me what you hear
We're bringing that mad flava to your ear
We do this shit one time
Hex-One, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My dawg, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
Don't get checked, kid

I think it's time our team brings you up to speed
We giving these listeners just what they need
We do this shit one time
Hexagon, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My man, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
I think it's 'bout that time
So listen close God and tell me what you hear
We're bringing that mad flava to your ear
We do this shit one time
Hex-One, yo I'm raw with the rhyme
My dog, Tek, yeah he raw with the rhyme
Don't get checked, nigga