Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tinseltown To The Boogiedown, artist - Scritti Politti. Album song Absolute, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 27.02.2011
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Tinseltown To The Boogiedown |
Time keeps slipping, keeps slipping |
Time, time keeps slipping |
Time, time keeps slipping |
Time, time keeps slipping |
Yo, the only thing Major don’t waste is time in bed |
My time is rare, take time, time to prepare |
No time for fear, how many times I said it this year? |
At what time ya going to realize that time is near? |
Call a time out, Scritti Politti, Major climb down |
The cracks of the streets waste no time on beats |
Mos' Def, most definitely the rap chief |
The new release, time to make cream, time to take a piece |
And at the same time, time to rebuild, time is rilla |
I swear I bring the heat, the tracks to Val Kilmer |
You know that time waits for no man, in time you’ll see |
That you’re wasting all you time while you’re watching TV |
And yo' Scritti, I’m on it like walls to graffiti |
From night sticks, to plungers, to NYPD |
From Lucille BB King, you’ve seen me rhyme |
You stay away from drama if it’s wasting your time |
The time tables keep turning from Tinseltown |
You’ve got the both ends burning up to the Boogiedown |
(Time, time keeps slipping) |
They play for time and work for spaces |
The time tables keep turning and clocks are wound |
You’ve got the both ends burning up and worked around |
(Time, time keeps slipping) |
And in their prime they change their faces |
Yeah, from Boogiedown to the Tinseltown I had em' all gettin' down |
My baggage claim’s got exotic names, I get around |
How I’m livin' now, well that’s a whole lot different now |
From where I’m sitting now, got a whole clearer vision now |
I played the tables hard, wild cards I was flipping now |
My partners hittin' pounds, somewhere up in prison now |
I’m flippin' high, things switch and change so suddenly |
The way you act today is tomorrow’s where you wanna be |
You company shifts when you start livin' comfortably |
Spotlights switch and then you dip right from under me |
Don’t front for me, I want to be perfectly clear |
Time is here, I’m keepin' yesterday in the rear |
A current affair, Mos' Def and Lee Majors appear |
Bout to write this little ditty with the Scritti, you hear |
And it’s about that time, so if you could be then would you |
Sit back and look at who time’s bein' good to |
The time tables keep turning from Tinseltown |
You’ve got the both ends burning up to the Boogiedown |
(Time, time keeps slipping) |
They play for time and work for spaces |
The time tables keep turning and clocks are wound |
You’ve got the both ends burning up and worked around |
(Time, time keeps slipping) |
And in their prime they change their faces |
At one time I thought I had it all, mass of broads |
Flash awards, cash cards, time’s a double-edged sword |
One day you hear applause, next day when you leave |
You catch a L in the C like Christopher Reeves |
Do you all believe that these cats threw dirt on my name? |
Give 'em time, they couldn’t win if I gave 'em point game |
At times I used to swerve, now I’m learning my lane |
Trapped in time, what a shame with nobody to blame |
I waits for no one and fat and slow ones, the rich no funs |
The Samurai’s and Shoguns, the first stringer no runs |
Ayyo gun, you’d better hope to it or you blow, son |
This time keeps slipping, make no difference if you don’t come |
It’s bein' well recorded how we advise we |
Get on our game and spend these moments wisely |
It’s time to make chase, give pace, no time to waste |
First you on, then you gone so long, you been replaced |
The time tables keep turning from Cali High |
You’ve got the both ends burning up to the do or die |
(Time, time keeps slipping) |
They set their hearts and fix their courses |
The time tables keep turning and dreams of dreams |
You’ve got the both ends burning up of how it seems |
(Time, time keeps slipping) |
They steel themselves, they are resources |
The time tables keep turning from Tinseltown |
You’ve got the both ends burning up to the Boogiedown |
(Time, time keeps slipping) |
They play for time and work for spaces |
The time tables keep turning and clocks are wound |
You’ve got the both ends burning up and worked around |
(Time, time keeps slipping) |
And in their prime they change their faces |
The time tables keep turning |
You’ve got the both ends burning up |
And all the lies you’ve been learning |
To keep the future on hold |
The time tables keep turning |
You’ve got the both ends burning up |
And all the lies you’ve been learning |
To keep the future on hold |