Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Time to Chill, artist - 9th Wonder. Album song The Dream Merchant 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.10.2007
Record label: 6 Hole
Song language: English
No Time to Chill |
| Yeah, yeah |
| YEAH, WHA |
| RAPPER! |
| Uh, Phonte |
| Mr. Dream Merchant, yeah! |
| Uh, I know you see me |
| Yeah, I know you hear me |
| Sh’yo, I know you fear me |
| Listen, sh’yo… |
| My pen packin a venom, heart pumpin the sound |
| Ma, I’m pimpin the system, my catalogue is the hound |
| Got a problem we air 'em, intellegent and I scare 'em |
| Beat knockin they hear 'em, why in earth did they pair 'em? |
| Niggas spittin that fiction, addicted to my diction |
| Wanna know what I’m fixin, try peepin the kitchen |
| What the game’s been missin, not a thing if you ask |
| Been here for years, you decided to pass |
| Uh, I’m here wit Pooh in the lab, Khrysis on the boards |
| Still spittin all the real shit the ladies adore |
| When he come in the door, all eyes on moi |
| Frustrated cause they cain’t believe we came so far |
| Butt dick ridin niggas, it’s a big faux pas |
| Niggas axein Pooh like, «'ey, is that 'cho car?» |
| But I tell 'em to chill, let my niggas just breathe |
| Cause by that look on your face, you got your heart on your sleeves |
| (Phonte) |
| Yo, it’s time to live, and a time to die |
| It’s a time to laugh and it’s a time to cry |
| It’s a time to break, and it’s a time to build |
| But no time to waste, no time to chill |
| Yo, it’s time to live, and a time to die (Cause it’s the real…) |
| It’s a time to laugh and it’s a time to cry (Hip-hop, hip-hop…) |
| It’s a time to break, and it’s a time to build |
| But no time to waste, no time to chill |
| Fo' REAL (fo' REAL), fo' REAL (fo' REAL) |
| Fo' REAL (fo' REAL), fo' REAL (fo' REAL) |
| I decided to stand, it’s all a part of the plan |
| Broke free from the suits, no longer part of the scam |
| Cause you called it a FLIM, but you part of the flam |
| They like, «Pooh, you fo' real?» |
| Muh’fuckers I am |
| Cause I mean what I say, and I say what I mean |
| You either right or you wrong, it ain’t no «in between» |
| There’s no 'us' in machine, still gettin that cream |
| Still makin a record, still livin a dream |
| I’m still in your magazines, all your Vibes and Billboards |
| Still got the hater niggas sayin they still bored |
| Still got the real niggas sayin, «He still raw» |
| And still goin places that you niggas would kill for |
| This rap shit is natural to me, dawg it’s like breathin |
| It’s like candy to a baby, dawg it’s like teethin |
| It’s like all you niggas crazy, you are not even |
| On this level, homie stop dreamin! |
| Fo' REAL! |
| (Fo' REAL!), Fo' REAL! |
| (Fo' REAL!) |
| Fo' REAL! |
| (Fo' REAL!), Fo' REAL! |
| (Fo' REAL!) |
| (Cause it’s the real…) Let the windows down, niggas |
| Let them down…(Hip-hop, hip-hop…) |
| Let the windows down, I promise it’s gon' sound better… |
| Let it GO… |