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One.Be.Lo - What Time is It

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[One.Be.Lo]
Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?)
Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle
Harley Davidson -- every time I grab the mic I got you savorin the moment
Tell opponents that I play to win
Don`t try to test me son, leave you headless with the tounge
+Restless+ like the +Young+, knowin that the best has yet to come
That`s how the West was won
My content, house you like a convent, competition must be nun/none
I just begun, get in line and take a number
Stay off the dick racin, sometimes the boy wonder
Most of you MC`s don`t know +Jack+ about +Lumber+
My rap chomp contenders, like axe I yell "timber"
I`m fat like the wife and like Jack Sprat you slender
There`s no comparison, you got beef it`s probably tender
You still wanna battle me? What for?
I rock heads like Mt. Rushmore; four/for dead presidents
It`s evident I got it made
If you a slave to the rhythm you givin, I free-style like Honest Abe
For every promise made I fulfill with the skill
No matter what the doctor prescribe I stay ill...

I can barely hear the track but I`ma do it anyway

You put me on the stage with wack MC`s, oh shit
That`s like puttin piranhas in the same tank with goldfish
Hypnosis, keep the alphabet under my +spell+
Sometimes I wonder myself
Lyrically can anybody test me?
Exorcist, please help me, find what possesses me
I speak demonic ebonics into electronic devices
Leavin my opposition lifeless
My crew terrorize your whole town
Stay inside, lock your doors, don`t be stupid like Nicole Brown
Word is bond y`all
I got more +Juice+ than Orenthal
So just acquitted/quit it
I`m takin out you suckers and you don`t know how I did it
When I`m on trial
Guilty as sin; my murderous flow, remains a free-style
The only way I`m goin to the pen, is when
I slaughter, with alphabetical disorder
B-A-D MC, hit you with spellbound
Bust that wicked ass, greyhound, hell bound
One way ticket, ain`t no comin back here
I drop bombs 365 black year
Jap` style on ya, Pearl Harbor rap style
Anti-socialist, I play the background
Spotlight operator, aim at Yac town
If you don`t know the time, then it`s time to act now

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