Time Waits For No Man

[Intro: Rasco] Ha. Finally. The LP. Time Waits For No Man. Niggas better have a plan. '97/'98. The soul father Rasco. Paul Nice precise shit. Check, yo, check [Verse 1: Rasco] Well let's open the file on the styles unknown to full blown Brothers front can get their wig blown, from the back But soul father Ras' came to bless the track I had to drop the rhymes ill with no slack Came to get loose, reduce that tight noose on the neck Give me my respect Learning, that Ras' can leave the track burning A thousand dead guys my rhymes are still earning Heavily sedate the fake so smash breaks Couldn't wait to do it, rhymes is still fluent Get in right to it I run like Greg Gruit on tracks and drop facts Melting down the wax Won't be no singing in my background profound Known for getting down Tearing up the town Sounds kinda funny, don't need the long money My days is still sunny your nose is still runny Rip 'em from the top Send 'em to rock bottom Can see the devil coming, any time can spot 'em Lurking in the back Waiting to pounce flat Ras' may be skinny but every ounce be phat No cholesterol, we came to blast y'all Find me at the bar, drinking at last call Sipping 80 proof, blazing up the roof Brothers be still lying but Ras' told the truth Now [Hook] {x2} Time waits for no man, now tell me what's the plan I be the man with the mic in the hand Took me a long time just to just get the jam straight Now we lay it straight to the plates [Verse 2: Encore] I freak shit and search through the ashes of raps collapse As dirt squirts through my fingers, word's flirt with the phoenix But true rhyme riser again an MC's work is never finished So I comprise gems My conversation is competition out for confrontation Ras' and cornerstone throw away from total domination Critically acclaimed, the main Riddle your brain with game (how black?) Honed and polished by them blue collar prowlers Holler if you feel Nothing's concealed it all gravy Full contact, combat for y'all to try and play me Daily in and out about My game face shouts Clown you ain't this same page You assed out, we mapped out this blueprint for you and yours Ras' passed me the pill to shoot and drill With ill form from two feet out 30,000 leagues under the sea we still beat it I'm dirty, dousing your weed with DDT to make you tweak out Couldn't remove my clique with a Heimlich maneuver You a damn simp, if you think that time wait for losers Get this shit straight What I dictate on thin pages It's [?] to lend tapes I make shit happen ASAP As clowns watch niggas die Like H. Rap Brown Then you wonder where we take rap now Full steam ahead Smash mouth, double set back Me and my man be out here pushing fools wigs back Like didat [Hook] [Verse 3: Rasco] Yo, still the main course of course Yo' rhymes is the side dish, couldn't hide this Lyrical bliss, the tactics be the illest Killing they rhymes but still claim they the realest Me and the crew ensure tight take flight Riding us close but didn't see them brake lights Bumper to bumper in traffic, blast it Synthetic, pathetic, you cornball plastic Simple and plain we still trying to maintain Playing the coast to yank niggas out the game Make it a cinch to send fools to the bench Playing 'em close and won't give a half inch Up in they face we bring it straight no chase 100% relentless no space Make it a race you get ran out the socks Better yet left and still standing in the blocks Doper than rocks of cocaine powder puff You added the girls but still wasn't hot enough Added guitars became stars dressed up And now you can't get like nine 12's pressed up Niggas ain't checking for you, what you gon' do? Was hyping the jam but now getting ran through Me and my team be going straight for the spleen Stepping to us would only be a pipe dream Get off the crack we 'bout to lay 'em dead flat And make 'em go broke then see where they heads at Raise the stakes, my first joint is out the gate You niggas can lag, I got to get my shit straight