MoSS - Our Time lyrics

[Intro: Proof] n***as got the smells-ies, the smelt-isms {*chuckles*} Aiyyo, n***a I do sh** you can't do n***a, just know that Aiyyo put me on blast from the top of this joint, I got you Dooooo what I do y'all (yes, yes, yes yes, yes yes, yes yes y'all) Goooood bless my tonnnnngue (yes, yes, yes yes y'all, sayin yes yes y'all!) It'sssss not too laaaaate (yo yes yes y'all, sayin yes yes y'all!) To bring it poppin to my city (sayin yes yes y'all) {?}, I love my city (yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all!) [Verse 1: Proof] What does a mic and beat mean to me? It's more than just greenery It's not what I dreamed it be, it's avarage with thievery Easily I was s**ed in, by these labels that f**ed me Over and over again tryin to hold to your publishin It's not what you think it is, imagine a stinkin kid Feenin for a dream and snap, in a blink it is Before your eyes you, and all your guys did The toilet rise, who sh**? Your wallet died You in love with this hip-hop, you don't where the sh** stop But then the sh** stop and you overflow when you get dropped It's back to the street again, search for the beat again Find the love and get a piece of paper, I need a pen This is the essence man, for me and my blessed friends Although we go separate ends, Proof got his second wind But hate what I become, feel the venom in my tongue But I can find myself by the rhythm of the drum [Hook: Chino XL] + (Proof) (It's the beats) The beats (the rhymes) the rhymes (The mic) The mic (we shine) we shine (It's yours) It's yours (it's mine) it's mine It's our time, y'all n***as get back in line It's the beats (it's the beats) the rhymes (the rhymes) The mic (it's the mic) we shine (we shine) It's yours (it's yours) it's mine (it's mine) It's our time (it's our time, y'all n***as get back in line) what? [Verse 2: Chino XL] Uhh, uh-uh-uh uhh, yeah, yo, yo Been in the game before the game was even a game Question, yo, yo Is it okay if The Neptunes didn't produce me? (yes) Is it okay if I pour my heart out over loose-leaf? (yes) Is it okay wack rappers die and I don't loose sleep? Excuse me, but hip-hop these days, it don't enthuse me I been framed like Mona Lisa, crucified like Easter My dreams I still leave none/nun dead like Mother Theresa +Trek+ to be +Star+, I show no emotion like Data The business is gay and it's homeless, got no closet to come out of Matter of fact it takes a real n***a like Proof to understand me (uh-huh) I can't dress crazy like OutKast to win a Grammy Even your family tries to play you 'til you get all rich The whole world is underhanded like a softball pitch A while back to define rap was ill verses on albums I spit it harder than hitchhikin with no thumbs (yeah) They're makin hip-hop a joke when there's nothin to smile at I stay stoned like naked white women hoein in Iraq Would you rather be a revered reverend thug angel in heaven Or, famous in hell, thinnin yourself like David Chappelle to sell? Lower your inner self for wealth, I'm too stealth I refuse to blow on verses that smell like Prazwell Yo yo dawg, n***as is wack but that money put some kid through college f** 'em - my spit is vomit, they hit is garbage so many follow But they riddin shallow I would not allow my daughters to even watch the channel Unless Alicia Keys or Teena Marie is rockin a piano This ain't Chingy, n***a, this is Chino And this flow +Right Hurr+ be wetter than "Finding Nemo" Fame ain't what I thought it be like, it's like midnight In a desert full of rattlesnakes waitin for one to strike [Hook]