Arabian Knight - Our Time lyrics

[Dark Denims] What? Take it to your motherf**in head Royal Fam, yeah, just me and you, n***a Just me and you Prepare to die n***a Yeah you, with your snake-a** Slitherin all up in my gra**, with your fake a** The Dark one, my Royal Fam du', I make a part' My team tight like fifty-five n***as up in the 'partment What bothers me, brothers ain't dealin with equality Yo, n***a, Timbuktu got your a** stuck to poverty f** the law, because the law made enough Disrespect my Fam, awww you done f**ed up Who sent you? All of a sudden you actin sentimental You think I give a f**, have some knuckles to your dental The rhymes tight, f** five mics Gimme my strikes, my raw heat, We're World War street That's what I said right, you playa hater Save that bullsh** for later I shine your mind and refine, cuz I'm greata You dubplated, we can never be related n***as like you keep my Fam motivated In ninety-nine its our time to shine My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what? [Armel] Basically I couldn't wait, I want the whole restaurant f** a full plate, 20,000 Brooklyn-ese at $5 n***as is weak, a new single as I speak I realized half the world ain't been baptisted As the sunrise in Brooklyn, owe Allah Good-looking, dead foreshooken, I'm about to make this happen One man a**ault against, everything rappin Pregnate the industry, I'm claimin that its mine No need for blood, test the albums on time And when ya hear it indeed, that's when I breast-feed Teach the culture-seed, longevity And if the truth shame the devil I'ma take you to a level where the truth can get you k**ed I'm nice with the sk**s, for real I pay my bills like this, plus I'm strivin righteous C.O.I.N.S. no quest' of course we're priceless, what? In ninety-nine its our time to shine My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what? [Dark Denims] My Law & Order will slaughter n***as in the first quarter You wack n***a? Yo, let me rock the mic for ya The Dark Denim had it made so you can fit 'em My Royal Fam, we strike mics like the Deadly Venom You can't f** with the lyrical Bomb you and your physical Inspect yo' Deck, Bob your Digital 85% of you n***as is not original, it's over Ask Jehovah, I put the witness in a coma Ran up on a buster with an Arizona We rule sh**, same old n***as on some new sh** My new slips got you b**hes dancin to my music In ninety-nine is our time to shine My time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what? [Dark Denims] (Snuggle-Up)] {*Snuggle-Up repeating "wack-a** labels" on the background*} Yeah, all you fake a** n***as, Royal Fam, COINS {*Dark Denim hachs and spits*} Spittin on y'all n***as for the nine, 2G What? Comin at me with that old time bullsh** What? (Original U.K. f** you!)