X-Productions - Wreck Time lyrics

Hey get up! Wake up! Y'all know what time it is 4 A.M. every day we do this man it's wreck time Don't make me pull this rip out GET UP! Hey you in the corner, I see ya over there try'na hide Get up! You didn't hide yesterday when you was pulling that same stunt Line up! It's Wreck Time [Verse 1:] I squeeze on em till the strap gotta bloody maroon trigger I don't pour salt on the womb I just make the room bigger By means of verbal discipline to many to list them I'll lankily replace your bloodstream then poison your system The pain and suffer is perpetual, my mic cuts ya eye (eye) I leave ya barely alive but not sick enough to die Scoop down like a bird a pray then pick em up and fly You would have the speed of thought; you ain't quick enough to try When they talk about the greatest don't nobody ride with'cha (uh-uh) Like a cameraman in a photo shoot, you ain't in the picture If you better than I still wouldn't end by a**ault I spit for years until you finally dive and win by default My mic flow is like mixing in fire with nitro-glistering So magnificent you burn metabolism just by listen Carry out all of my schemes no matter the means I'll beat your head in while you're sleeping just to shatter your dreams [Hook: x2] It's wreck time, wreck time Tell em it's wreck time Hard South Park rhymes, shelves ya neck line It's wreck time, wreck time Better respect mine k** a south side rhymes Bust like a tech nine [Verse 2:] The more the pressure applied the harder you better strive If you got tight metaphors then I must have metafives The first opponent tried and now he don't even look alive The second one did like a professional swimmer and took a dive Before I can enter your verbal clippin... Slit his own throat just to divide me the satisfaction I'm gripping em I sing and leave you grip hard with a quick raw stream Dangling with'cha neckline and inside a get tossed string I breathe into you like legal degrees of tight form fever You couldn't hide from me in a reproductive seed of an omeba Challenge K-Rino, yeah you be a fool to pursuit this Even ya own potna's ask ya "Man, you sure you wanna do this?" I spit artistic sickness, you dripped from the zone and the gifted And got wicked cause you revel like you was hitless The most complex five scene basic when I'm done You undefeated bringing own while you replace it with a one [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] The sword fighter, the general, with senecal material No milk I use bio-hazardous chemicals in my cereal Actually you gotta spontaneously combust the fat of me You shorten bars up like a cell phone with a low battery I shine until I blind you, like pouting reflections My rapping moving vocals are picked up by motion with Texas I'm the depth broker, the hotness antagonistic provoker The trendsetter of wall spirits, the hologram choker I pin novels and hyperbaric bullet-proof fiber cla** (yeah) And somehow physical k** a rapper, through a cybercast (yeah) You couldn't rise higher than me on a track If you was on a trampoline in space and I add a mountain strapped in my back The messianic figure of rap and can't nobody stop em (right) K-Rino could be an unclosed bottle you couldn't top me I execrate ya pro and leave my opponent's with asthma Forget money let's battle for organs and blood plasma [Hook x2]