Eric C. The Tempa Tantrum - Time Go (Feat. Bizzle, Eric C. Tha Tempa Tantrum) lyrics

Yeah for real If it ain't mobbin it ain't moving baby Huh, what are you doing with yourself [Verse 1: Sevin] Yeah I woke up from a vision of a lonely spark It was placed within the prison that is only dark And these voices from the Lord tell me go to war Yeah you got me feeling like I'm Joan of Arc And if you ain't with the business homie don't embark We walk by faith here you all gone need more than heart I give honor to the modern day martyrs For the gospel they are yelling when they get they melon torn apart Yeah they said they selling d**h to little kids I don't feel it Biz when they saying that it's only art And He put me here to minister to Nineveh I'm in it bruh, belly of the whale I'm playing Jonah's part No conflict resolution on a battle field Nah avenger of the faith I got a warrior's heart And if SHIELD got my back plus I keep that iron man Then that's the Zion Tony Stark [Hook: Sevin] Yeah we gone ride until the wheels pop And I'mma roll until the rim crack Time waits for no one so I don't waste time Nah on my grind homie I been that Yeah I get it in till there's none left If you ain't with the business homie stay clear Every one of my HOGs is from the heartland So get down and get drowned in cape fear [Verse 2: Bizzle] Bizzle Ready for the war dog Never bow to the pope or the who*e dog Mind clear so the line clear when the Lord call Post up on the block like a pick Where they hit you with a tech if you run up on a court brawl They lock us in a cage like we animals So we run up in the cage with the antidote Trying to dodge bull like a Matador I hear they're hatin' on a squad but they don't even matter though Cuz they ain't out here with the have nots They don't have the doors with the padlocks Trying to tell us how to do what they don't do I guess everybody bold on they laptop Whole team winning this year Make that known the beginning this year Rap game don't know how to deal with this here But everybody living gone feel it this year Real talk [Hook: Sevin] Yeah we gone ride until the wheels pop And I'mma roll until the rim crack Time waits for no one so I don't waste time Nah on my grind homie I been that Yeah I get it in till there's none left If you ain't with the business homie stay clear Every one of my HOGs is from the heartland So get down and get drowned in cape fear [Verse 3: Eric C Tha Tempa Tantrum] I don't really get it homie Tell me what you waiting for The father in heaven had already called you a couple of times Why you ain't answer, you break your phone? Posted up in front of the window looking at everybody Up on the block but afraid to go You wouldn't even know what ya finna do With the gift that He's given You spitta but You ain't afraid to flow Listen tell me what You hesitating for Look at everybody be sleeping up in the freezing cold Uh, knowing that you got a couple of jackets Hidden up in the closet Boy you ain't finna take em' those? You better be lookin at what you're doin' If you finally get dirty You'll wonder when the Father gotta do To finally do what He wanna do with you What He gotta take away for you to finally Get up and make a way to go Why you wasting time Knowing you're living Know what I'm looking at homie I hope you see the signs We both looking up at the same moon Watching it turn the color blood red Living in the hands of time Look at every one of them earthquakes Up in the worst places people are being left to die You better be listening to the rumors of war Looming over they dead body while the beggars crying Climate change you better look at what the violence brang You finna be able to hide your chain Cuz all of our warriors like terrorists we finna get perilous And you better get ready cuz it's about time to bang Sand is living up in the hourgla** homie You remember you're the one that said it loud and clear Christ coming back soon tell me what you finna do I'm getting sick of spitting this rhyme in front of the mirror And Christ's almost here, you better mob already Yeah [Ending: Sevin] Tell me where's the time go If Jesus ain't the reason that you cry for Don't waste away your life chasing fine gold I pray that He will take away your blindfold Tell me where's the time go If Jesus ain't the reason that you cry for Don't waste away your life chasing fine gold I pray that He will take away your blindfold