Blueprint - Time Management lyrics
[Blueprint - Time Management lyrics]
Testing, testing test the mic? How
We sound out there?
Hope it's on it's on? Somebody turn my mic on
How I sound? Sound aight? Sound good
Out there? Better sound right
Want y'all to hear this turn
It up a little bit
They gotta hear this gotta get this mic right
Gotta have the levels right feel
Me gotta be perfect
Gotta be crisp one two, one two one two
One two much better
Soundin' hot now i like that
Testing here we go uh, huh
I'm like guns smoke
Floating in the air from a murder weapon
Whistlin' wind from shots fired off in seven
Realize inspire Gods to throw
Lightening out of Heaven
I'll be standing over your body
When the sound deadens you got loose lips
But, your music ain't tight
I got a mean left you box with gay rights
We'll tie you up to a pole
So you can't take flight
Then pummel you to death with 108 mics
Weightless will never fall so
End all resistance
There's already way too much
Drama in this business
The character assassin leaves no witnesses
Pleading innocence to the judge and the jury
Temporary insanity was the fuel
Behind my fury i threw the book at the judge
And got rushed by security
Spent 90 days in hip hop hell
And would've still been there if
Inkwell didn't post bail
Now I'm explosive corrosive like battery acid
Burnt plastic until this foul
Stench had me gaspin'
Only Aspirin could alleviate the
Pain and the tension
From writin' all my rhymes
In three dimensions
While all the writers only occupy
A single plain of existence
My imagery goes beyond simple
Bottles of Hennessy
Deciphering the mysteries of history
But these A&R's got me feelin'
Trapped like that movie Misery
Time management
Time management nothing but time on my hands
That's all I got time management
My hands guided by the
Divine to write scriptures for my listeners
It holds short attention spans prisoner
This probably ain't the first Greenhouse
Song they ever heard
It's cool if they know all the
Beats but don't know the words
But, if they knowin' all the words but
They still don't know the title
They probably downloaded it and didn't
Get it from my crew
Makin' it hard for me to flourish
And with this pop hip hop it's
Hard not to be discouraged
By these MC's without identities
Soundin' miscellaneous enter my vicinity
Attack is instantaneous
Cold and calculated my life like chess
So every move I make means one piece less
Through self mastery i relieve stress
And reinforce what it really means
To be the best then I
Scribe lines with the energy of sex and let
Raps caress tracks like fat ass and breasts
Feelin'
Then need to write, plant the seeds of life
Greenhouse procreates with every song we make
MC's takin' my CD home to imitate my genome
Nine months later my seed is sown
You took biting to the point
That your teeth cracked
I can see it in your smile
You got platinum plaque
But that's my style dawg I gotta have it back
Point blank
No lie I'll make sure we handle that
Time management
Time management nothin' but time on my hands
Time management time
Nothin' but time on my hands
We sound out there?
Hope it's on it's on? Somebody turn my mic on
How I sound? Sound aight? Sound good
Out there? Better sound right
Want y'all to hear this turn
It up a little bit
They gotta hear this gotta get this mic right
Gotta have the levels right feel
Me gotta be perfect
Gotta be crisp one two, one two one two
One two much better
Soundin' hot now i like that
Testing here we go uh, huh
I'm like guns smoke
Floating in the air from a murder weapon
Whistlin' wind from shots fired off in seven
Realize inspire Gods to throw
Lightening out of Heaven
I'll be standing over your body
When the sound deadens you got loose lips
But, your music ain't tight
I got a mean left you box with gay rights
We'll tie you up to a pole
So you can't take flight
Then pummel you to death with 108 mics
Weightless will never fall so
End all resistance
There's already way too much
Drama in this business
The character assassin leaves no witnesses
Pleading innocence to the judge and the jury
Temporary insanity was the fuel
Behind my fury i threw the book at the judge
And got rushed by security
Spent 90 days in hip hop hell
And would've still been there if
Inkwell didn't post bail
Now I'm explosive corrosive like battery acid
Burnt plastic until this foul
Stench had me gaspin'
Only Aspirin could alleviate the
Pain and the tension
From writin' all my rhymes
In three dimensions
While all the writers only occupy
A single plain of existence
My imagery goes beyond simple
Bottles of Hennessy
Deciphering the mysteries of history
But these A&R's got me feelin'
Trapped like that movie Misery
Time management
Time management nothing but time on my hands
That's all I got time management
My hands guided by the
Divine to write scriptures for my listeners
It holds short attention spans prisoner
This probably ain't the first Greenhouse
Song they ever heard
It's cool if they know all the
Beats but don't know the words
But, if they knowin' all the words but
They still don't know the title
They probably downloaded it and didn't
Get it from my crew
Makin' it hard for me to flourish
And with this pop hip hop it's
Hard not to be discouraged
By these MC's without identities
Soundin' miscellaneous enter my vicinity
Attack is instantaneous
Cold and calculated my life like chess
So every move I make means one piece less
Through self mastery i relieve stress
And reinforce what it really means
To be the best then I
Scribe lines with the energy of sex and let
Raps caress tracks like fat ass and breasts
Feelin'
Then need to write, plant the seeds of life
Greenhouse procreates with every song we make
MC's takin' my CD home to imitate my genome
Nine months later my seed is sown
You took biting to the point
That your teeth cracked
I can see it in your smile
You got platinum plaque
But that's my style dawg I gotta have it back
Point blank
No lie I'll make sure we handle that
Time management
Time management nothin' but time on my hands
Time management time
Nothin' but time on my hands