Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time Management, artist - Blueprint.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Time Management |
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 |