Chino XL, Proof - Our Time lyrics

Niggas got the smells-ies, the smelt-isms
Aiyyo, nigga I do shit you can't do nigga
Just know that aiyyo put me on blast from
The top of this joint, i got you
Dooooo what I do y'all
(yes, yes, yes yes, yes yes, yes yes y'all)
Goooood bless my tonnnnngue
(yes, yes, yes yes y'all
Sayin yes yes y'all)
It'sssss not too laaaaate
(yo yes yes y'all, sayin yes yes y'all)
To bring it poppin to my city
(sayin yes yes y'all)?, I love my city
(yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all)

What does a mic and beat mean to
Me? It's more than just greenery
It's not what I dreamed it be
It's avarage with thievery
Easily I was sucked in
By these labels that fucked me


Over and over again tryin to
Hold to your publishin
It's not what you think it is
Imagine a stinkin kid
Feenin for a dream and snap, in a blink it is
Before your eyes you, and all your guys did
The toilet rise, who shit? Your wallet died
You in love with this Hip-Hop
You don't where the shit stop
But then the shit stop and you
Overflow when you get dropped
It's back to the street again
Search for the beat again
Find the love and get a piece of paper
I need a pen this is the essence man
For me and my blessed friends
Although we go separate ends
Proof got his second wind
But hate what I become
Feel the venom in my tongue
But, I can find myself by
The rhythm of the drum

(It's the beats) The beats
(the rhymes) the rhymes
(The mic) The mic (we shine) we shine
(It's yours) It's yours (it's mine) it's mine
It's our time, y'all niggas get back in line
It's the beats
(it's the beats) the rhymes (the rhymes)
The mic (it's the mic) we shine (we shine)
It's yours (it's yours) it's mine (it's mine)
It's our time (it's our time
Y'all niggas get back in line) what?

Uhh, uh uh uh uhh, yeah, yo, yo
Been in the game before the
Game was even a game question, yo, yo
Is it okay if The Neptunes didn't produce me?
(yes) is it okay if I pour my
Heart out over loose leaf? (yes)
Is it okay wack rappers die
And I don't loose sleep?
Excuse me, but Hip-Hop these days
It don't enthuse me
I been framed like Mona Lisa
Crucified like Easter
My dreams I still leave none
Nun dead like Mother Theresa
+Trek+ to be +Star+
I show no emotion like Data
The business is gay and it's homeless
Got no closet to come out of
Matter of fact it takes a real
Nigga like Proof to understand me (uh huh)
I can't dress crazy like OutKast
To win a Grammy
Even your family tries to play you
'til you get all rich
The whole world is underhanded
Like a softball pitch
A while back to define rap
Was ill verses on albums
I spit it harder than
Hitchhikin with no thumbs (yeah)
They're makin Hip-Hop a joke when
There's nothin to smile at
I stay stoned like naked white
Women hoein in Iraq
Would you rather be a revered
Reverend thug angel in heaven
Or, famous in hell
Thinnin yourself like David
Chappelle to sell?
Lower your inner self for wealth
I'm too stealth i refuse to blow on verses
That smell like Prazwell yo yo dawg
Niggas is wack but that money
Put some kid through college
Fuck 'em - my spit is vomit
They hit is garbage so many follow
But they riddin shallow
I would not allow my daughters
To even watch the channel
Unless Alicia Keys or Teena Marie
Is rockin a piano
This ain't Chingy, nigga, this is Chino
And this flow +Right Hurr+ be
Wetter than "Finding Nemo"
Fame ain't what I thought it be like
It's like midnight
In a desert full of rattlesnakes
Waitin for one to strike