Kayncee, C Driz, Mr Brown (US), Oscar Allagui, Sami, Samosa, D Calibur - 48 Hours lyrics

Once you realise you don't
Have to sleep anymore
Phew, your mind goes wide open

2 days, whole project, 2 days
Writing all of the lyrics up
On a fresh new page
Hit record, mix and master
Gotta get the tune saved
I could count it on my finger
That has got the DOOM face
Get it written and finish it
But they finna stay killing it
Ripping it up to bit's and shit
Flowing off a smooth wave
Ticking tocking clock is ticking ticking
It is never stopping
People this is for my bredda
I ain't talking two face

Breaking the records Go For It Records
Do it all in two days
Making the movements making you lose it
Going one of two ways
Manna be speaking you manna leave you
Lost what a true shame
Tick tock on the clock shit it’s too late
Writing so fast got my head spinning round
We are always up you’re in
Your bed chilling out see the time is on my
Side although the sun down
Never stop working till I’m dead
And in the ground

48 hours and it's gonna be live
Gonna try something new on this beat I ride
Writing and mixing all through the night
Pretty self explanatory, no need to clarify

I’m spitting what I’m living what
I’m living is different
Written to the pivotal positioning
Of the riddims quids in in an instant
Simple flow to the systematic
Emphatic sounds I been gifted by God!
I am what I am what you are is what I’m not
That’s a kid or a bitch or a snitch or a thot
Got out in the world cause
I’m bigger than my block
That’s why all the time your
Wife sucks my cock

I ain't got enough time or
Enough rhymes for my punchlines
Sometimes I like to take the time
To take a time out
And, what I need to find out
Is um, how many emcees did you hire out?
Somebody needs to climb out, no doubt
Here's something you didn't know bout me
I don't give a fuck about most emcees

48 hours and it's gonna be live
Gonna try something new on this beat I ride
Writing and mixing all through the night
Pretty self explanatory, no need to clarify

Don’t get it twisted when
I’m spittin these writtens
Got my own visions man I wanna make millions
None of you listen this mans on a mission
Get out of my way, you’re all fucking minions
D's this, D's that, D don’t care
Taking over the map and we won’t share
All this man chat like it’s not fair
Got your girl on my lap whilst
She’s tugging on my hair

Got me picking apart given the
Scissors with the similes
Giving a rap but I don’t
Act but considered the part
To chat shit with a big spliff
And a sixteen of course
Cause as a kiddy I was sipping liquor till I
Hit the floor dribble until I writ more
Then I'ma spit more’s a sick cause I did or
Having to mimic when I’m looking
At it that I’m
Gonna get it every time I get bored
Get pissed on!

48 hours and it's gonna be live
Gonna try something new on this beat I ride
Writing and mixing all through the night
Pretty self explanatory, no need to clarify