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