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the time has come - novatore lyrics

[intro]
here’s johnny!

[verse 1: novatore]
the sun is out and so the block is hot
steppin’ on my ewings ’bout to have your ass karate chopped
a lot of bodies dropped, where i’m from, 63rd
the situtation’s sticky, never pop the bl!cky, i’m a nerd
inverted crucifixes, pentagrams, and burned churches
the raps are black metal, richard speck, i curse nurses
invert the verse to hear the message of satan
but i digress ’cause h*ll awaits although my message is еlevatin’
i think my worth, it just increased a bit
you usеd to be the sh*t, now you just a piece of it
game elevated quickly, had to tame the beast within
i’ve got my problems but rappin’ good is the least of it
i spit lethal, listen when i speak ’cause i can teach you sh*t
i’m still a master of the ceremony, mexico to arizona, never catch me near a phony
you ain’t aware and it’s apparent, homie
more than just a mortal, some don’t see it and it’s wearing on me

[verse 2: nightwalker]
tag my name with a mean streak while the fiends sleep
with a .38 and a f*nny pack walkin’ down 18th street
in malcolm x glasses lookin’ like a goofy
i’m goin’ home like michael douglas with a uzi
i really can’t stand people and leavin’ the crib is stressful
i feel like askin’ me to kick it is disrespectful
i stabbed a kid with a pencil on my f*ckin’ school bus
come and get my gun, son, i sharpen up a toothbrush (sup homie?)
the moral of the story, leave me alone, please
when the plug ain’t show me no love, i grew my own trees (straight up)
i only rap so i can buy more guns and groceries
’bout to cop me a zastava with these proceeds
already picked out the muzzle brake and the side folder
nine holder for years, don’t p*ss me off when i’m sober (h*ll nah!)
it’s a little too late when the stock hit my shoulders
f*ck shows, catch me on a wanted dead or alive poster
[verse 3: a.m. early morning]
yosemite sam, two guns up
best not open up your mouth, i’ma run up
i don’t need a gat, i swing my fist like a f*ckin’ bullet
n*gga, f*ck your car, i’ma about to pull it (’bout to pull it)
i know real gangstas never went to jail
who were still sendin’ dirty packs through the f*ckin’ mail
pau gasol in the paint, where the bucket at?
50 vinyl, 30 minutes, next day, ship out
baby girl home, i’m about to blow a hip out
give me 10 minutes, i’ll show you how to cook a plate
how to turn a mike vick to a dirty 28
crime rate going up, warfare going down
bullets droppin’, tnt by the f*cking pound
young n*ggas throwing signs like a traffic stop
we shop for bricks like supermarket sweeps
buy a couple, you gon’ get ’em cheap
bend my girl over, i’ma go deep
morning!

- novatore lyrics

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