Artist: Time
Song: Hey Gawd
Album: One Headed Hydra: Nutty Castle
The snow fell all night exposed by the street lights
Walking through a city where the cops just greet fights
The town is Denver, it's only 2 syllables
But it's full of people who be selling their soul
Coffee is my potion each diner's a save point
I just hope my memory card don't burn up like a joint
And just in case things get out of hand I'm by the interstate
They got us all locked up I feel like I'm in a safe
All the crazies outside are waiting for the comet
I'm at the Breakfast Queen with Doc just waiting for my omelet
After sold out shows everybody applaud us
And after that I get to go home to a goddess
I'm going after my goals, this is my dream
So stay away from my bowl, this is my cream
I turn the lights out on them like a light switch or eclipse
My brain is the barrel I shoot truth from my lips
Check 1, check 2, check 3
Hey God, why don't you make anymore emcees?
Check 1, check 2, check 3
They don't make no more rappers like me
I spit a verse in the air for my heartbroken jokers
Who be going after their goals everyday but still hopeless
I wrote a message in graffiti it was for Melle Mel
I asked him why don't these rappers have a story to tell?
Everyone's co*ky, there's so much ego
And all I ever hear is negativity from people
I got haters to my left and haters to my right
And all I do is read hate mail all night
I went from battle rapping, to tours to paying dues
And labels still be sleeping like in the morning hitting snooze
Welcome to my dream this isn't a hobby
Cause I've been rapping ever since my nose was snotty
A&R's want a single I tell them okay
So I spit something so catchy it snatches their toupee
I illustrate and illuminate alliteration
Creativity's on a milk carton these rappers lost their patience
I turn their head to Clay, you could call me Ca**ius
You already know my name it's emit backwards
Check 1, check 2, check 3
Hey God, why don't you make anymore emcees?
Check 1, check 2, check 3
They don't make no more rappers like me