Time's Up

[CopyPat]

I posted this a while back on old netcees. I don't think people really got what i was tryin to do tho.. haha

Anyways here's the actual classic track by O.C. :


I basically rewrote it with totally different lyrics but kept the exact same rhyme scheme and pretty much rhymed the whole song word for word.. you'll see what I mean if u listen to the track while reading my verses



You lack the syllables and sciences, stylin that I’m rhymin with
Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back I’m bout to begin
Bout how soft you talk, sweet like chocolate sauce
More less the methods are in question, never been aggressive
My lyrics will manifest anything that’s raw worth a verse about
All told purposely, never blurted out
What’s in the future for stupid entertainers? Rappers are in danger
Who will resist when I’m the changer?
When the spit flies and sprays, to blow you outta the game
Some will keep their ignorance, and some will be saved
The same suckers with they asses out
Really it stinks, cause your shit and I ain’t down with the crap
That you be drippin, the honest flowa
Rappin the best and I know I’m dope-a
Real rhymes sucka, the repercussions might choke ya
Always pity you clowns
Verses blatantly rotten, what you consider as sickness
To me this is just a clinic
I feel I own, not cause I taught the way to crap talk
The more emotion I put into it the harder I rock
Those who flow miserable, I really ain’t feelin you

Their time’s limited, hard rocks too
Their time’s limited, hard rocks too

Legally dumb, about how much you sick but you never won it
I’m in it to win it, the best man to lay tracks and spit this flyness
I find it the finest. Cause each verse is strategized
The most tightest out bust the average guys
I’m fed up with the bull, on this focus of penis dicks
And cocks gettin jocked, and that’s just bein a bitch
It’s the same old same old, gay vote on the table
The long texts are not hot yet or fresh
So why you pushin it?
Why you rhyming for? You know when you spit
You know you choke, you just a dud and you miss
Your façades a problem
That you rely on in rhyme duels and rapping spats
You post horrible threats relax
What’s her face told me she rocked a spit last week at the bar
That’s a lie.. it wasn’t her in the song
See i know ho’s, I go to shows, images is blown
Guys be rappin, I begin all laughin.. just a joke
Of course I got up and left, the honeys were vexed, but uhhh
I’de rather be dope then have a whole lot of this sex
It’s the principle of it, I get enough of these sluts
With both thighs open, and baby ya body is smoke
That’s why I’m considered real in this field I do it
My head is puttin brain cells to work creatin’ music
Non-professional, Ya’ll is vegetables
Everybody’s either rhyme sedated or technical
I’m here to save the business, and rhyme all with sickness
To tracks I’m off rippin, rappin all different
For those who flow miserable, I really ain’t feelin you

Their time’s limited, hard rocks too
Their time’s limited, hard rocks too