Time Is Running Out

[Scratching] "Let me tell you this while the clock is still ticking" - Boogie Down Productions 'Ya Slipping' [Verse One: Pip Skid] Before ya know it your dumb ass will be thirty Looking back on a past that's so dirty Taking baths in the sink like a birdy Wet behind the ears like grass when it's early Ask if ya heard me, but I stopped caring And you can sense it in these rhymes, that's apparent [?] can't find a way To keep doing what I gotta do so I'm here to stay You fear today and they'll be no tomorrow If there ain't money to make then some to borrow I guess I'm too dumb to get a career I'd rather be poor, writing raps and sip on a beer [Mcenroe] Can't turn back time like H.G. Wells Gotta step up the rhyme and make these sales Here to make beats not respond to e-mails Write one sheets make friends with retail A tight knit clique that writes quite sick Down to fight for the [?] if you bite this shit Got no trust for a foreign entity Since the day I woke up like The Borne Identity Now every damn day revolves around family Draw Winnipeg like the Pan AM games Draw Canada so I can't complain Barely play the US but I have a name Play the newly wed game and I stay responsible Out for the world and I think it's possible Who's like us to stack the middle ground? Stay true despite the wack that still abound The fact we're still around is truly a testament Old to the new, keep room for improvement Will the public love is still yet to be seen Billions on a budget like S.C.T.V It get's me testy, the rest of these teens These raps scenes like recess in grade three You ain't been dissed, it's just about focus That's what you get for dropping out of [?] Hoping you don't know us, I got tunnel vision Can't please the fool that's trying to make the decision Ain't [?] like a [?] talking Now I'm 'bout to take like I'm Sadie Hawkins Flow real tight as I tickle the 88's At home got a wife, she be picking out baby names Not for me, for the spouse of mine '83 is ours son, now's the time [Pip Skid] Wanna bet no one I know will probably never carry a million? Unless I find a treasure buried under a building Married With Children ain't written in my script Rather be in the [?] sitting up in my whip In another time zone so far from home Doing interviews, talking to my girl on the phone I'm so sick of my job and cooking bowls The money's easy if you like booking your own shows No, no, it isn't just rap And in a lot of ways that's held me back A last [?] nursery answers I feel out of place on a University campus Like the Black Panthers on a field trip to Wimbledon This fucking world make me feel like a simpleton And pretend like these Christian rock bands Just getting tired trying to keep up with the part timers [Hook: Mcenroe] {x2} Time's running out "We don't got time to waste" [Verse Two: Pip Skid] Every day the sun is coming out Another one behind you, time running out Summing up my whole career in one verse Problems to face, so easy to run first Could've done worse, in fact I'm so proud Ten years strong, still rocking the crowd [?] really loud, take that as a sign That the three of us Are running out of time [Hook]