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Time I Am

Cro-Mags

Near Death Experience

1993

Many eyes look to the skies never to see me, all is lost by the power of
Time and that which must be, time I am, destroyer of your world, my wrath

by these verses
I be nursing, shit, i be merkin'
And I'm been workin'
12 years of slave to this rap game
Mastered my craft
But still contemplate shit I

Massacreland
Guns and power in the wrong hands
Serial killers, yeah!
You can't react
They kill for money
They kill for drugs
Just for fun
They use

I'm going Beatbox the Pu*** girl all damn night

I get on this beat and straight cook it
I can tell you pu*** you aint Gantsa by how you looking
2Pac

in dingers, got corn for your niggas
By the time the gang gang pull up and shoot-shoot, you gon' fall on your nigga
And I'ma just pour up, p-pour up,

apes
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas gorilla
Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer
Big-ass bale same size as a pillow
Real ice

(What's happening Chi Chi?)
(Spyda Beats)

I told my bitch I'm having motion, they supposed to hate me
Don't worry 'bout them, they not killers

for cash
Assassins faster than The Flash
Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier
And shattered by the splatter, rattled you
Waking, shake you

one foot out, me and B then it's a cookout
Turn it up, apply the pressure, .45 that's by the dresser
All these rappers cappers, I should put them

They call me the slaughterman
The killer of women and children
I bring torture and pain
Nail your body to my frame

Welcome to hell

Bloodcrushing

on my Q's and P's
How you gon' rap with a nigga like me?
How you gon' cap to a nigga like me?
Bitch I'm really outside with the
Killers and the thieves
We

Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who

But this shit don't get served
By niggas in suit's
I know some niggas still hustle
While they on the run i know some niggas on
Parole still toting guns

Texas-Chainsaw Massacre I invite fear
Call me Leatherface motherfucker
I'm right here call me any other person
That's an evil killer
Call me Richard Ramirez

a goodbye cause by dealers respect me
How Imma love on a bitch
When I can fuck on a bitch I just met
I'm with the cuffin I need all the sex
She hit my phone

by me"
But then along came Eve looking to do wrong
And on a count of her curves
And his lack of nerve, Adam went along
Because All women are crazy all

was alone
Where was your mom and daddy
Not getting along?
And dating a bunch of strangers
That enter your home
Embarrassing killers cause now your
Kid

I make music for lost niggas
Young bitches with babies by drug dealers
Heaven help us they letting them cops kill us
Black talons we loading them cop

a sticher-upper, killer lover, ready to fall
If you need a ragdoll

Take me with you everywhere, we'll have a good time
I'll be waiting patiently, my partner in

the city of the dreams
My city is the city of hollowed-eyed fiends
Here’s to unfamiliar turf 
Killer queens who make it work

Spin me ‘round while the tables

I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger
It looked as if it were taken in the forties sometime
Judging by the style
He could be a killer

killer in the car, he don't miss when he's drunk
So it's best if you're causin' no fuss (no fuss)
One for these washed up olders
You still live at your

city
Ho alzato il livello in un colpo, sì, tipo un killer
Ho preso la mira, soldi per tutta la vita
Tutto cambia, la fama ti cambia
Niente ti basta,

The scenes to get
Somethin' for y'all to claim and own
(let's go)
King Leonidas when he reigned in Rome
Painted scrolls ancient poems
Buried by kings right