What Time Is It

One.Be.Lo

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    [One.Be.Lo]
    Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?)
    Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle
    Harley Davidson -- every time I grab the mic I got you savorin the moment
    Tell opponents that I play to win
    Don't try to test me son, leave you headless with the tounge
    +Restless+ like the +Young+, knowin that the best has yet to come
    That's how the West was won
    My content, house you like a convent, competition must be nun/none
    I just begun, get in line and take a number
    Stay off the dick racin, sometimes the boy wonder
    Most of you MC's don't know +Jack+ about +Lumber+
    My rap chomp contenders, like axe I yell "timber"
    I'm fat like the wife and like Jack Sprat you slender
    There's no comparison, you got beef it's probably tender
    You still wanna battle me? What for?
    I rock heads like Mt. Rushmore; four/for dead presidents
    It's evident I got it made
    If you a slave to the rhythm you givin, I free-style like Honest Abe
    For every promise made I fulfill with the skill
    No matter what the doctor prescribe I stay ill...

    I can barely hear the track but I'ma do it anyway

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    You put me on the stage with wack MC's, oh shit
    That's like puttin piranhas in the same tank with goldfish
    Hypnosis, keep the alphabet under my +spell+
    Sometimes I wonder myself
    Lyrically can anybody test me?
    Exorcist, please help me, find what possesses me
    I speak demonic ebonics into electronic devices
    Leavin my opposition lifeless
    My crew terrorize your whole town
    Stay inside, lock your doors, don't be stupid like Nicole Brown
    Word is bond y'all
    I got more +Juice+ than Orenthal
    So just acquitted/quit it
    I'm takin out you suckers and you don't know how I did it
    When I'm on trial
    Guilty as sin; my murderous flow, remains a free-style
    The only way I'm goin to the pen, is when
    I slaughter, with alphabetical disorder
    B-A-D MC, hit you with spellbound
    Bust that wicked ass, greyhound, hell bound
    One way ticket, ain't no comin back here
    I drop bombs 365 black year
    Jap' style on ya, Pearl Harbor rap style
    Anti-socialist, I play the background
    Spotlight operator, aim at Yac town
    If you don't know the time, then it's time to act now

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