B.s. by Tycho Cassini Lyrics
[Chorus] (x4)
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I'm a traveling soul, Giacomo Casanova
The coldest flow, leave you frozen, who left the attic open
I'm the shit like I passed the colon, I’m past heroic
Ain't nobody gon’ match my madness, the bracket solo
The reinvention of real hip-hop, I'm the patent owner
The ballots open, I'm voting you rappers wack, if you napping, I'll turn your flesh into capicola, cold killing
A my actions hypothermic, consequences bone chilling
That's where you'll draw the line, fine, imma past encroachment
Tycho 4 loco
This verse Churnobyl
Exploding vocals
I got my eyes on the prize like imma a Heisman hopeful
Sink or swim, I am too aerobic, blew out your floties
Money longer than Jewish noses, I choose to blow it
She say she love me I threw her roses, and two week notice, Y'all truly loath me, well duly noted to each his own I
Own each opponent, so each is owned by your one and only
[Chorus] (x4)
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
Ain't no pardons the weed is louder than Harman Kardon
Was so impoverished made starvin’ Marvin look large as Carlos
Mencia, we are, not to fuck around with
No oven timers for this kind of hot I tuck my rhymes in
I’m not a God, just the first to personify the Bible
Created light within hip-hop, ignited then revived it
Smoke lighted, eyes lower like I'm Okinawan
Ghost pilot controlling cuz my conscience nodding
SNAP UP OUT IT, I'm out it and back to order violence!!!!
At your noggin devour beef by the quarter pounder
Sorta kinda or kinda sorta outside the boundaries
So what bite me, I'm hyped, I’d like you to try and stop me
No Nostradamus required to see my future brighter
Hold your jokes, I'm no George Costanza, with poor one-liners
Y'all wanna kid around? I'll sit you down for story time then
Metamorph to roaring monster and mortify you
[Chorus] (x4)
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I'm a traveling soul, Giacomo Casanova
The coldest flow, leave you frozen, who left the attic open
I'm the shit like I passed the colon, I’m past heroic
Ain't nobody gon’ match my madness, the bracket solo
The reinvention of real hip-hop, I'm the patent owner
The ballots open, I'm voting you rappers wack, if you napping, I'll turn your flesh into capicola, cold killing
A my actions hypothermic, consequences bone chilling
That's where you'll draw the line, fine, imma past encroachment
Tycho 4 loco
This verse Churnobyl
Exploding vocals
I got my eyes on the prize like imma a Heisman hopeful
Sink or swim, I am too aerobic, blew out your floties
Money longer than Jewish noses, I choose to blow it
She say she love me I threw her roses, and two week notice, Y'all truly loath me, well duly noted to each his own I
Own each opponent, so each is owned by your one and only
[Chorus] (x4)
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
Ain't no pardons the weed is louder than Harman Kardon
Was so impoverished made starvin’ Marvin look large as Carlos
Mencia, we are, not to fuck around with
No oven timers for this kind of hot I tuck my rhymes in
I’m not a God, just the first to personify the Bible
Created light within hip-hop, ignited then revived it
Smoke lighted, eyes lower like I'm Okinawan
Ghost pilot controlling cuz my conscience nodding
SNAP UP OUT IT, I'm out it and back to order violence!!!!
At your noggin devour beef by the quarter pounder
Sorta kinda or kinda sorta outside the boundaries
So what bite me, I'm hyped, I’d like you to try and stop me
No Nostradamus required to see my future brighter
Hold your jokes, I'm no George Costanza, with poor one-liners
Y'all wanna kid around? I'll sit you down for story time then
Metamorph to roaring monster and mortify you
[Chorus] (x4)
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit
I ain't got no time
For that bullshit