Time’s Up (Buckwild Original) O.C.

[Verse 1]
You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
Fuck who did 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 firsthand, 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 suckers with the gab about killer instincts
Will turn bitch and knowing damn well they lack in this division
The connoisseur cracking your head with a 4-by-4
Realize, sucker, I’ll be the coming like Noah
Always simmer you down, perpetrating façade and 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 cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true, I feel

[Chorus: Sample with Scratches by Roc Raida]
“Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too”
“Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too”
“Their time’s limited, hardrocks’ too” - Sample from Slick Rick - “Hey Young World”