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consequence, no sympathy
You're good enough to heat

[Chorus x 2]
Two minute warning
Two minutes later
When time has come
My days are numbered
poster
Trust me, and Rem-D, ain't the ones to contest G (This is a warning)
You totally desobeyed the first one, break you and fire at you, I know it
and connect like letters when they're in cursive

Chorus: repeat 4X

I'll pray on them, spray on them
First nigga to violate I'll regulate without warning
blows
From the minute of birth you enter this earth
Obstacles in your way to overcome first
Throughout everyday they seem to get worse
Oh my God cast
From the Album:
* Face it

The first time I laid my eyes on you
You happened to glance the other way
But by the look of your lazy smile
I knew I had
left alone with no one to hold.  

It would be easier to face the morning, 
If you were holding me tonight.
But you left me without a warning
up all my niggas recruitable
Type of nigga to torture your ass, stick some shit in your critical
Wait a minute, let me talk to all my niggas at hand
love, first touch
That don't ever seem to fade
And I just need to see your face
It's a ten minute drive, this ol' truck's gonna fly

I'll be there in five
The difference it makes to me
Turn and face away, you will go blind
I guess you see right through me
It only takes a minute of your time

You're snapping in
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But
And the cops were brought in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
Or a matter of give or take and break burning elevation
Ignite the flight by higher learning, concerning
Granting you abilities like think  
Motions first
the mean time I'll give it a check up

[Chorus - 2X]
Hip-hop just died here's a warning
(somebody ring the alarm)
Hip=hop just died here's a warning
Doomsday befalls. Awakened by sirens, the fifteen minute warning.
ICBMs scream from their silos into the
Sky. Warheads detonate over their targets.
From the minute you're born
Til the day you die
Why'know they put you on trial
Yeah, they make you strive, strive, strive
Here's my little warning
want to bathe you in the light of day,
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body.
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be
One finger on the button 
one finger up his nose 
Johnny's in some cornfield 
The Early Warning Blows 
Bigger is better 
More is more 
Look up,
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But
As I pull myself together for the first time in a minute.
I think about some of my friends who has left this time, this route.
And as I lay me down
And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
Enforcement of the last eclipse
Can't ignore predictions from the past
Ignore the warnings of ancient Prophets
Every minute of your life could be your last
industry dead ass, or is he!

Five minutes and fiftynine seconds gone by
Are you really ready for this lyrical high?
We can shoot without bullets, D F
Working from nine to five.

And time goes by
The hours tick away.
First seconds,
Then minutes,
Then hours into days.
Each day,
Each week,
Seems
minute warning
Burn all your classified documents
And if cooler heads don't prevail
First strike from a political dead man
Appeasement only makes