Time Waits For No Man

[Intro: Rasco]
Ha. Finally. The LP. Time Waits For No Man. Niggas better have a plan. '97/'98. The soul father Rasco. Paul Nice precise shit. Check, yo, check

[Verse 1: Rasco]
Well let's open the file on the styles unknown to full blown
Brothers front can get their wig blown, from the back
But soul father Ras' came to bless the track
I had to drop the rhymes ill with no slack
Came to get loose, reduce that tight noose on the neck
Give me my respect
Learning, that Ras' can leave the track burning
A thousand dead guys my rhymes are still earning
Heavily sedate the fake so smash breaks
Couldn't wait to do it, rhymes is still fluent
Get in right to it I run like Greg Pruitt on tracks and drop facts
Melting down the wax
Won't be no singing in my background profound
Known for getting down
Tearing up the town
Sounds kinda funny, don't need the long money
My days is still sunny your nose is still runny
Rip 'em from the top
Send 'em to rock bottom
Can see the devil coming, any time can spot 'em
Lurking in the back
Waiting to pounce flat
Ras' may be skinny but every ounce be phat
No cholesterol, we came to blast y'all
Find me at the bar, drinking at last call
Sipping 80 proof, blazing up the roof
Brothers be still lying but Ras' told the truth
Now

[Hook] {x2}
Time waits for no man, now tell me what's the plan
I be the man with the mic in the hand
Took me a long time just to just get the jam straight
Now we lay it straight to the plates

[Verse 2: Encore]
I freak shit and search through the ashes of raps collapse
As dirt squirts through my fingers, word's flirt with the phoenix
But true rhyme riser again an MC's work is never finished
So I comprise gems
My conversation is competition out for confrontation
Ras' and 'Core a Stones Throw away from total domination
Critically acclaimed, the main
Riddle your brain with game (how black?)
Honed and polished by them blue collar prowlers
Holler if you feel
Nothing's concealed it all gravy
Full contact, combat for y'all to try and play me
Daily in and out about
My game face shouts
Clown you ain't this same page
You assed out, we mapped out this blueprint for you and yours
Ras' passed me the pill to shoot and drill
With ill form from two feet out
30,000 leagues under the sea we still beat it
I'm dirty, dousing your weed with DDT to make you tweak out
Couldn't remove my clique with a Heimlich maneuver
You a damn simp, if you think that time wait for losers
Get this shit straight
What I dictate on thin plates
It's [?] to lend tapes
I make shit happen ASAP
As clowns watch niggas die
Like H. Rap Brown
Then you wonder where we take rap now
Full steam ahead
Smash mouth, double set back
Me and my man be out here pushing fools wigs back
Like didat

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rasco]
Yo, still the main course of course
Yo' rhymes is the side dish, couldn't hide this
Lyrical bliss, the tactics be the illest
Killing they rhymes but still claim they the realest
Me and the crew ensure tight take flight
Riding us close but didn't see them brake lights
Bumper to bumper in traffic, blast it
Synthetic, pathetic, you cornball plastic
Simple and plain we still trying to maintain
Playing the coast to yank niggas out the game
Make it a cinch to send fools to the bench
Playing 'em close and won't give a half inch
Up in they face we bring it straight no chase
100% relentless no space
Make it a race you get ran out the socks
Better yet left and still standing in the blocks
Doper than rocks of cocaine powder puff
You added the girls but still wasn't hot enough
Added guitars became stars dressed up
And now you can't get like nine 12's pressed up
Niggas ain't checking for you, what you gon' do?
Was hyping the jam but now getting ran through
Me and my team be going straight for the spleen
Stepping to us would only be a pipe dream
Get off the crack we 'bout to lay 'em dead flat
And make 'em go broke then see where they heads at
Raise the stakes, my first joint is out the gate
You niggas can lag, I got to get my shit straight