Mr. Attic - Ol' Time k**in' (Remix) lyrics

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Mr. Attic - Ol' Time k**in' (Remix) lyrics

[Busta Rhymes] Whappen? Wunna nuh wa'an listen Yuh nuh wa'an listen the bomb weh I drop on wunna bloodclot head Nuff sound tink dem can gwaan however dem wa'an gwaan Kardinal! (Yo!) Dem man deh nuh realize seh we a deal wid a technology We don't identify wid di whole a dem idiot soundbwoy already Yuh know, rudebwoy? Bare big man ting a gwaan pon dem streets weh a controlla, nuh fadda? (Eh eh) Mek we tek way a bwoy tings! Go tell di whole a dem idiot soundbwoy Tell dem fools fi move and gweh [Kardinal Offishall] Ol' Time k**in' I'm feelin', I'm spillin' I'm pulling out heat on industry n***as earning a million With bullsh** like Gilligan's Somebody go check Will and them And ask Uncle Phil to rep me while my shots get rid of dem Dis X y'all I'm feel it all up in yo mega-lens Somebody go tell Missy I'm a hundred minute mission (Listen!) Hunched over the side I'm a lyrical homicide Ride di gyal feel a bone if I a pon tity pride (HEY!) Slew dem, Boo dem al dem fa**y nah crew dem Yo Kardinal and Busta come to crush the liccle fool dem (Who Dem?!) The Circle Click and The Flipmode Squad reppin' da' T-Dot and B.K. back to Y'all (HEY!) [Busta Rhymes] Now unna fi know seh unna fi stop the mumbo jumbo Before mi run and go call Columbo Fi lick out unna bumba-hole Nuff shot a fire, see how sh** is very simple To leave you with holes and dimples Inside of your sh** and cripple a n***a (DAMN SON!) Yuh betta roll out I'll dismantle ya whole mout fi talking what you nuh know bout Hacksaw Jim Duggan some of these n***as is frontin' Nuff' of these n***as is nothin' Always huffin' and puffin' I'll soon come and give you a cuffin' (AH-OOH!) Frontin' like you tough, and soft as a blueberry muffin (EASY RUDE BWOY!)(FOOAH!) Because of circumstance I might have to go hurt ya man It's such a shame the way we f** up the party and done di dance Chorus: [Jully Black & BlackKat] It's a Ol' Time, Ol' Time k**in' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The..The MC..." -KRS-One k**a... "Murder She Wrote" -Chaka Demus & Pliers "Murderer" -Barrington Levy "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" -Major Mackerel [Kardinal Offishall] Bun ya calm give tanks and praise Put on ya' vest, protect ya' chest From dem hollow points stray We runnin' in da' streets And we wildin' on the mics (SAY WHAT!) The dress code is beats and white Nike's Nuff n***as shinin' but I'm beggin' you to look again The teams are so sold like Jordan playing for Washington Style is like Allen I. on the all-star team (it's yoo much for you!) Make you wanna wake out ya' dream and wipe the dribble off your sweatshirt Corny n***as get hurt flirtin' with d**h Every time the mic sees my breath This ain't a k**in', it's a favor that we doin' I'm taking em' out of misery fore' da' crowd start booing em' [Busta Rhymes] Screwing and pursuin' Splitting em' in 2 and em' n***as I have to remember fore' I have to get all of my crew and em' Wild street n***as from way back ah while I keep it hot Flexing with Bill Golayoot from B.K. to da' T-Dot Chorus: [Jully Black & BlackKat] It's a Ol' Time, Ol' Time k**in' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The..The MC..." -KRS-One k**a... "Murder She Wrote" -Chaka Demus & Pliers "Murderer" -Barrington Levy "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" -Major Mackerel [Kardinal Offishall] Ah ha! Crown the king him Kardinal start to sing And make these weak cats pop the diamonds out they pinky ring And sell it off when I go off When the drummer start drummin' smokin' rocks up in the corner talkin' bout' (Yo Bust Coming!) [Busta Rhymes] It'll be last one of you amateurs that will mash up any challengers f** yuh bus stop, caw mi nah pick up any pa**engers Yo pure dutty n***a ting a gwaan Bus-A-Bus and Kardinal yeah we fill up a arsenal like carnival, yo While we chillin' and fulfillin' n***as with listenin' pleasure Where's my drink yo let's salute the Ol' Time k**in' You actin' b**hy man, my trigger finger itchy man We don't engage in any social activity with chi-chi man 2 body bag and a cute casket Could put you and a whole a ya' fruit friend in 1 fruit basket (Chyo!) And when the dance done you know we complete You better bounce before we co*k and put a shot inna ya bloodcleet Chorus: [Jully Black & BlackKat] It's a Ol' Time, Ol' Time k**in' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The..The MC..." -KRS-One k**a... "Murder She Wrote" -Chaka Demus & Pliers "Murderer" -Barrington Levy "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" -Major Mackerel [Kardinal Offishall] Yeah..a nah we run wit it T-Dot!..B.K....Kardinal and Busta Semi...yes! Firestarter part one And M-ode, uh Raspberry, Circ..is Flipmode heh Ya' na'mean..Can't F' wit us..Can't F' Wit'out us yeah Eh-Heh! See you late!