Blaccroc, Canibus - Time is Money lyrics
[Blaccroc, Canibus - Time is Money lyrics]
Ayo hip-Hop music needs a blood transfusion
I been trying to give it to them
They don't want to use it
Sick with the ink, it's a sin to think
Canibus don't blink, he pretend to wink
Yo, anything more than what I
Need is called greed
That's what I used to believe
But on the eve of my funeral
My body was recoupable
My musical policy was renewable
Details, my stem-cell got that hemp-smell
With a dark-purple chemtrail, God bless Hell
'Cause Denzel's stem-cell costs ten mill'
One in every ten malеs could
Get it for themselvеs it's deep
See niggas' with rotten-teeth
Beat-boxing the beat
Barefoot, kicking rocks in the streets
Staring at the clouds, looking for leaks
When it rains, it pours
My metaphors got them looking for me
C to the A, N, I, B, U, S, in the flesh
Nigga, my breath is the treasure in my chest
I've been around the world
And came back like return mail
Came back to cure the world's ills
Cold night's in the barracks
Hot days in the desert
With every other available pressure
Yes sir, I start to zone out
Nobody knows how
A baldhead for a gold-crown, no doubt
Cannonball run, no cars, all guns
I keep a big satchel of five-star rum
I don't paper-chase, I just spit the bars
The truth is, I was in debt before I was born
I don't paper-chase, I just spit the bars
The truth is, I was in debt before I was born
Time keep on slipping i know that
I been trying to give it to them
They don't want to use it
Sick with the ink, it's a sin to think
Canibus don't blink, he pretend to wink
Yo, anything more than what I
Need is called greed
That's what I used to believe
But on the eve of my funeral
My body was recoupable
My musical policy was renewable
Details, my stem-cell got that hemp-smell
With a dark-purple chemtrail, God bless Hell
'Cause Denzel's stem-cell costs ten mill'
One in every ten malеs could
Get it for themselvеs it's deep
See niggas' with rotten-teeth
Beat-boxing the beat
Barefoot, kicking rocks in the streets
Staring at the clouds, looking for leaks
When it rains, it pours
My metaphors got them looking for me
C to the A, N, I, B, U, S, in the flesh
Nigga, my breath is the treasure in my chest
I've been around the world
And came back like return mail
Came back to cure the world's ills
Cold night's in the barracks
Hot days in the desert
With every other available pressure
Yes sir, I start to zone out
Nobody knows how
A baldhead for a gold-crown, no doubt
Cannonball run, no cars, all guns
I keep a big satchel of five-star rum
I don't paper-chase, I just spit the bars
The truth is, I was in debt before I was born
I don't paper-chase, I just spit the bars
The truth is, I was in debt before I was born
Time keep on slipping i know that