O.c. - Time's Up lyrics

[Verse 1] You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin f** who that I offend, rappers sit back I'm bout to begin 'bout foul talk you squawk, never even walked the walk More less destined to get tested, never been arrested My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about All told first hand, never word of mouth What's in the future for the fusion in the changer? Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a remainder When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed The same s**ers with the gab about, k**er instincts But turned b**h and knowin' damn well they lack In this division the connoisseur, crackin' your head with a 4 by 4 Realize s**a, I be the comin' like Noah Always simmer you down, perpetratin' facadin' what you consider An image, to me this is, just a scrimmage I'm feel I'm stone, not 'cause I bop or wear my cap co*ked The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel [Hook] Their time's limited, hard rocks too [Verse 2] Speakin' in tongues, about what you did but you never done it Admit you bit it 'cause the next man gained platinum behind it I find it ironic, so I researched and an*lyzed Most write about stuff they fantasized I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips And Glocks gettin' co*ked, and wax not bein' flipped It's the same old same old just strain it from the an*l The content is not complex or vexed So why you pushing it? Why you lying for? I know where you live I know your folks, you was a s**a as a kid Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in acting cla** Your whole aura is plexi-gla** What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park That's a lie, you was in church with your moms See I know y'all, slow your roll, give a good to go Guys be lacking in this thing called 'rapping' just for dough Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect It's the principle of it, I get a rush when I bust Some dope lines I wrote that maybe somebody'll quote That's what I consider real, in this field of music Instead of puttin' brain cells to work they abuse it Non-conceptual, non-exceptional Everybody's either crime-related or s**ual I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffing To traps I'm not sticking, rappers stop flipping For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel [Hook] Their time's limited, hard rocks too