Time Zebrahead

(Kick it)

(Microphone check one, two got to run)
('Cause everything's money and son I got none)
(So I got to put my time in rhyme in)
(With my crew kicking down tracks and climbing)
(Coming at you flowing sideways)
(Everything's my way)
(Kicking down rhymes from Friday to Friday)
(Debunk all the things that I find untrue)
(Got to make my way back cause)
(I got you)

This time, I think it's dead, I, I know it's dead, I, I think
(So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat)
This time, I think it's dead, I, I know it's dead, I, I think
(So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat)
This time, I think it's dead, I, I know it's dead, I, I think
(So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat)
This time, I think it's dead, I, I know it's dead, I, I think
(So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat)

So let me get back to the program
If you don't get it then here comes the diagram
Boxing down beats like a heavyweight fighter
Spitting out rhymes like a Pulitzer writer
Always on top cause I won't ever let down
Blowing down beasts like a nuclear meltdown
Do what I can cause I got to get through
And I won't ever come back cause I got you
Can I get that far