It's Time (Ode To Breakin' Atoms)

Pay you back, pay you back, pay you back Pay you back, pay you back, pay you back (C'mon. Uh, uh, uh. D-Tension y'all. Time for the essence) Pay you back, pay you back, pay you back I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back (One two) And now, I'm gonna even the score I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back [Verse One] [Encore] I relinquish correspondence with the world for a minute On a mission for dolo, exposin' myself then my soul to see what's in it Huh, stayin' relentless with it, makin' e'rything that I'm spittin' Passin' any litmus test with gritty finesse See it's the essence I hit you with that big city presence Lessons Touch your soul like a small town reverend It's a all lounge session We paid dues to make pension Y'all ready to roll baby, check your suspension Get on your good foot Get it in gear Crew up in here Holdin' down half a hemisphere, rap racketeer Packin' black battle gear Smack dab in the middle of some Kibble N' Bit music, y'all fool wit See my style's sweet, like, "Allow me" But when I say I speak for the meek It ain't about me, it's about we Like when we gonna unite? And when we gonna rise? When my people gon' get the hunger look back in their eyes? It's time [Hook] And now I'm gonna even the score (We're hear to even the score y'all) I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back (yeah) I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back And now I'm gonna even the score (I came to even the score, yeah) I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back (tell 'em) [Verse Two] [Encore] Descendant of Kane A +Smooth Operator+ choppin' up game Let your brain cooperate with my slang I talk with a twang Encore, yeah, that's the operative name Sha-Ya when I'm talkin' to dames Yeah yeah You want no part of this Cold hearted as Spartacus Greco-Roman showman Slide a house mouth piece, spit to The Architech If you lookin' for that shit this is the heart of it Huh, y'all know the essence formally known as the artist With that backpack appeal I still bust and spit them gems But now it's just with different facets reveal I take it back to 'em But used to max-a-mil up on the hill That's where me and Gram flipped facts and polished steel Yo I'm talkin circa '92 Word to God He hooked the beat I worked a rhyme through Like a massage Got all the kinks out Now we flawless Awe yes Bystanders try to find my grammar like the Loch Ness I got this rap shit locked in as if it was claustrophobic Notice me holdin' mics like a hostage My words move at the speed of gossip MC's proceed to breed that garbage, but I got a conscious I move hip hop like it's an offense Poppin' hot ones from shotguns So y'all can go ahead and try to change the plays and scrimmage This shit here It came from Kemit And ain't no way in hell y'all finna change me image It's time [Hook] And now I'm gonna even the score (I'm hear to even the score y'all) I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back And now (yeah) I'm gonna even the score (Even the score, check it) I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back (tell 'em) And now I'm gonna even the score I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back And now I'm gonna even the score I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back I wanna pay you back, pay you back, pay you back