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My Time
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A Shah Bros Production! f*** a chorus, this is real
illogic phlame
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The Phlame http://www.soundclick.com/illogicformerlythephlame
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Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #2,332
Peak in subgenre #1,286
Author
The Phlame
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Yes
Uploaded
January 03, 2009
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:37
Lyrics
It is my time put my name on the clock Time to go, go-time Put phlame on the spot I came to the top On re-rolled phillies Weed grow, three O’s My people feel me I keep those people close Cause I need that shine And if I add water My people multiply Stay at home Yous a trophy wife My pre-game will put you post-life And I keep my posts right When I come to collect From information connects If I find out you snitching… Been known for violence Built my rep on my rage So police sound the siren When I step on the stage But I drown out the pigs Cause my voice like a river And pigs can’t swim In cold water, shiver! If the water get muddy Lucky for me I got farmers for a pig Thats fucking with me So I’ll fuck up the beat Then I’m coming for you You got money to blow? I got money I blew If money was blue Then I would be too In that Benjamin clique And I run with the crew Matter fact mawfucka The crew runs for me Fuck you want bitch? Get fucked up for free Good luck getting up with my boot on ya throat Getting bread so much I’m getting used to the doe And don’t forget…. (this is a shah bros production) Bring me my cheese With the mustard Got ya girl all worked up And flustered She get back on the D Like she hustle And me I’m on my muscle Me I’m on my genius Keep to my business Rap for my leisure Hip-hop is the question And I am the answer A.I. of this rap shit So I ain’t practice! When I’m gone I feel like dieing Man of the jungle I feel like a lion Boy I’m on them trees Like leaves, and we rolling Champ of these diamonds You can call me Rollins Swing like Howard Banging Iguadala’s Throw them Hamels Pitches getting hotta Dedicate the tape To the kid young carter If you hear this song Dear Wayne, come holla ain’t about dollas? Then please don’t bother Mandarin décor In that Night black Honda Halloween inside I’mma ghost ass rider Candy on the doors Lipstick on my collar Pimp when I want to Ball cause I gotta I’ll take the lead Cause real leaders don’t folla Sticky in my blunt The liquor on my breath Hip hop 101, Ill teach it til the death And don’t forget (this is a shah bros production) Yeah… this is my time This is my time It is my time So hand over your watch Put the pills in this can And ya weed in this box If you really are bitch You can call for the cops But imma peel the whip On mysterious blocks Park in the woods stash the cash in my sock Take your money down Like im crashin the stocks Run up on you clowns With a match and a lock Really wanna find out If its plastic or not? (Ha ha) Yeeeah, real fuckin funny But ain’t nobody laughin If you don’t have my money Seinfield mawfucka Get ya doe in order Push the right price You can smoke the quarter! I’m living my life Give a fuck if I die Cocoon my weed Then im butterfly high Chuggin a natty And puffin a fatty She puffin my daddy I’m lovin her madly Fuck with my people Get jumped in the alley Pullin out clubs Like mawfuckas is caddys And sadly, but surely Get mimed with mine The option is yours But the time is mine And don’t forget… (this is a shah bros production)
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