Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sands of Time, artist - Remedy. Album song The Library 1995-1999, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APRC
Song language: English
Sands of Time |
Yeah… takin over |
Shaolin, think before you speak |
Speak before you move |
Extreme intelligence, I mastered the elements |
Remedy makin moves with my hands in new developments |
Devious ways of thinkin, embezelments |
Organized movements made with no evidence |
Booby traps, half stacks, cracks and Cognac |
Contract killers ran sack wit impact |
Vandals, real live scandals |
So all my people now deceased, rest in peace, light a candle |
Multiple convictions, mad drug addictions |
Blocks of extortion and pain inflictions |
One man busted, another one dusted |
Who got pinched? |
Rolled over, re-adjusted |
Human excretion, and plots of completion |
Headsets, roamin politicians makin death threats |
Friends who were bitches, pussy whipped turn snitches |
Fifty white Mayans, whom we all dug ditches, what? |
Life’s an up hill climb, with justice divine |
No future, no past, the last days of time |
Men oppress poor, man creates war |
And more crime, these are the +Sands of Time+ |
We on some street life drug shit, money comes in bundles |
Some live thug shit, and terratorial rumbles |
Guns wit the drawn fine leathers |
I love phat whips, exotic bitches, new Wu-Wear sweaters |
When it’s dark out, mass makin moves and runs |
As the night goes on, pitch black, like my lungs |
Who the fuck are you? |
That’ll crew wit me in two |
Maybe more, can’t come? |
Fuck, kick down ya door |
Son, you can have beef and not know it |
Have phat stacks and not show it, can’t help but to blow it |
The live ones, do or die ones, flyin high ones |
Drive-by ones, we all sons wit guns |
Mathematicians studyin numbers in forms of sixes |
Phat radar remixes for fixes |
I wanna get rich like two hundred and fifty million |
A quarter of a billion, spreadin mad love as I’m buildin |
A fist full of dollars just splurgin in my organ |
Sprayin mace in the eye of this damn new world in |