Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got No Time, artist - Dirty Heads. Album song Any Port in a Storm, in the genre Ска
Date of issue: 02.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Five Seven
Song language: English
I Got No Time |
I got no time for ya’ll, we got to keep movin yea. |
Move on move on from here, ya |
I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea |
I got to move on move on from here |
I’m droppin beats nice and mellow, meet ya I say hello |
Jump on the microphone I got the fellas sayin well a |
Damn, yo this boy come shockin and no I dont stop until I’m done rockin, so |
Ya just sit back and relax for a bit I’ll spit my shit then I quit |
Like the bizz then I rip it. |
Im high as can be, the true Dutty B and all can see we comin irie, yea, yea |
Yea irie |
Im on a stag, my booze up on the very highest shelf |
Yo stay true to my friends and get wise with myself |
Cause I’m impaired with the spare and all you sucka MCs |
So be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight like dungarees |
And grab this cheese like cheddar, drop the fake act. |
And grab these beats they be better cause I be breakin fools |
With molecules and lots a juice the neck of the noose I’m lettin it lose yo |
When you turn purple get out my circle if you got that shit that be commercial |
Cause I found ya sound just be the other way around |
Ya tryin to be underground but your floatin on the surface |
With no purpose in your verses, drop the mic so you can jerk it. |
Can it be the MC rockin under canopies, insanity is banning me from rappin |
Independently and sending me to penitentiaries offensively |
Cause I love music, I chose it dont abuse it never lose it when I bruise it |
So dont be livin to shoot when you know your gonna miss |
Ya say you get more pussy than a gynecologist |
I know you would be lonley if it wasn’t for your fist |
Ya asked me how I got dope I said lots of prac-a-prac-a-tice |
I got no time for y’all, we got to keep movin yea |
Move on move on from here, ya |
I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea |
I got to move on move on from here |
Well buenos noches steppin on fools like cockroaches |
I be callin plays like some fuckin football coaches |
Fallin asleep because I know your shit is boring |
Cut you so hard ya straight up need some neosporin |
Said I’m raining on your head because yo my shit is pourin |
Ya eyes get dilated cause all your hits is faded |
I need to be sedated like my main man Dutty B, |
Sick to your stomach when ya find an ill MC |
With the symphony the illest infantry drops ya down for the century |
The illest penalty said I know I’m hard to see I kill myself but leave my entity |
But jump up off a track like a cricket make it Jiminey |
Original cynical head bob, four star general |
I find my with my tentacle, my rhyme style’s identical to none |
Ya bite me end up like ya grandfather straight chewin with ya gums |
Its the DJ selector comin hard on the record with the effort full effect |
DJ science break your neck when tounges twist syllables trick our lips to make |
hits |
Never leave unfulfilled like a hooker with one tit, a group with one hit, |
Gettin loose off one sip, we the sunshine MC’s so I think ya best a quit |
Yes I think its time to quit |
Yo you know you best a quit |
Yes I think its time to quit yo |
I got no time for y’all, we got to keep movin yea |
Move on move on from here, ya |
I got no time for yall we got to keep movin yea |
I got to move on move on from here |