Ol' Time Killin' (Remix)

[Busta Rhymes] Bomb Wanna know why I listen? Ya'know why I listen to bomb the way I drop up in a blood clot Dems only ting can gwaan pon never nah gwaan gwaan Kardinal (Yo!) Dem man nah realize the way I do the technology way don't I identify Dey oola dem idiot sound bwoy already ya nah rude bwoy They're a big mon ting a gwaan pon dem streets Ya ya way a controlla dey fada (Eh eh) Me go tek where I bwaught tings Who tellin' where dem idiot sound bwoy Let dem fools move a gwaan way [Kardinal Offishall] Ol' Time Killin' I'm feelin', I'm spillin' I'm pulling out heat on industry niggas earning a million With bullshit like Gilligan's Somebody go check Will and them And ask Uncle Phil to rep me while my shots get rid of dem Dis X y'all I'm feel it all up in yo mega-lens Somebody go tell Missy I'm a hundred minute mission (Listen!) Hunched over the side I'm a lyrical homicide Ride di gyal feel a bone if I a pon tity pride (HEY!) Slew dem, Boo dem al dem fassy nah crew dem Yo Kardinal and Busta come to crush the liccle fool dem (Who Dem?!) The Circle Click and The Flipmode Squad reppin' da' T-Dot and B.K. back to Y'all (HEY!) [Busta Rhymes] On a for nor say all ah fi stop the mumbo jumbo Fore' mi run ah go call Carl Columbo For Lith' causin' a bumble hole No stop the fire see how she da' very symbol To leave you with holes and dimples Inside of your shittin' cripple a nigga (DAMN SON!) Gimme da roll out I'll dismantle ya whole mouth For talking what you nah know now Hacksaw Jim Duggan some of these niggas is frontin' Nuff' of these niggas is nothin' Always huffin' and puffin' I'll sue come and give you a cuffin' (AH-OOH!) Frontin' like you tough and soft as a blueberry muffin (EASY RUDE BWOY!)(FOOAH!) Because of circumstance I might have to go hurt ya' man It's such a shame the way we fuck up the party and done the dance Chorus: [Jully Black & BlackKat] It's a Ol' Time, Ol' Time Killin' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The..The MC..." -KRS-One Killa... "Murder She Wrote" -Chaka Demus & Pliers "Murderer" -Barrington Levy "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" -Major Mackerel [Kardinal Offishall] Bun ya calm give tanks and praise Put on ya' vest, protect ya' chest From dem hollow points stray We runnin' in da' streets And we wildin' on the mics (SAY WHAT!) The dress code is beats and white Nike's Nuff niggas shinin' but I'm beggin' you to look again The teams are so sold like Jordan playing for Washington Style is like Allen I. on the all-star team (it's yoo much for you!) Make you wanna wake out ya' dream and wipe the dribble off your sweatshirt Corny niggas get hurt flirtin' with death Every time the mic sees my breath This ain't a killin', it's a favor that we doin' I'm taking em' out of misery fore' da' crowd start booing em' [Busta Rhymes] Screwing and pursuin' Splitting em' in 2 and em' Niggas I have to remember fore' I have to get all of my crew and em' Wild street niggas from way back ah while I keep it hot Flexing with Bill Golayoot from B.K. to da' T-Dot Chorus: [Jully Black & BlackKat] It's a Ol' Time, Ol' Time Killin' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The..The MC..." -KRS-One Killa... "Murder She Wrote" -Chaka Demus & Pliers "Murderer" -Barrington Levy "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" -Major Mackerel [Kardinal Offishall] Ah ha! Crown the king him Kardinal start to sing And make these weak cats pop the diamonds out they pinky ring And sell it off when I go off When the drummer start drummin' smokin' rocks up in the corner talkin' bout' (Yo Bust Coming!) [Busta Rhymes] It'll be last one of you amateurs that will mash up any challengers Fuck you both stop coming out pick up any passengers Yo pere dutty make a tink a gwaan Bus-A-Bus and Kardinal yeah will fill up a arsenal, like carnival yo While we chillin' and fulfillin' niggas with listenin' pleasure Where's my drink yo let's salute the Ol' Time Killin' You actin bitchy man, my trigga finger itchy man We dont engage in any social activity wit' Chin-Chi man 2 body bag and a cute casket Could put you and a whole a ya' fruit friend in 1 fruit basket (Chyo!) And when the dance done you know we complete You better bounce before we cock and put a shot in a ya blood cleat Chorus: [Jully Black & BlackKat] It's a Ol' Time, Ol' Time Killin' We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer "The..The MC..." -KRS-One Killa... "Murder She Wrote" -Chaka Demus & Pliers "Murderer" -Barrington Levy "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" -Major Mackerel [Kardinal Offishall] Yeah..a nah we run wit it T-Dot!..B.K....Kardinal and Busta Semi...yes! Firestarter part one And M-ode, uh Raspberry, Circ..is Flipmode heh Ya' na'mean..Can't F' wit us..Can't F' Wit'out us yeah Eh-Heh! See you late!