payday monsanto - the time is now lyrics
“the time is now for me to shine”
“either you’re deaf, dumb, or blind”
aye yo, i’m not a battle rapper, but you sure to f+ck a sheep, uh+huh & i’m the cattle clapper. i’ll leave you psychologically branded, i’m a revolutionary, you a modern+day slave, now let’s be candid. my rhyme style’s stay pieced, these mc’s is geese, catering to kids, like g+y priests. weak with your best hook, i’m not rick the ruler, but i’ll school ‘ya like a textbook. these lashes have to hurt, thе style’s too rigid to stick with kid, more wicked than thе catholic church. leave you lost in sp+ce & sh+t, see i’m an extension of a whole ‘nother dimension you ain’t acquainted with. you better call swizz beats, dr. dre, or pharrell, ’cause well every single thing i heard you spit’s weak. timbaland can’t even help ‘ya, you in a glass house, rolling stones, your lyrics are screamin’ “gimme shelter.” you’re about to take a l!ckin’ like dyk+s, i’m accustomed to grippin’ mics, like fiends accustomed to hittin’ pipes. my lyricism rape the rhythm, you could simulate an +rg+sm, but it’s impossible to fake the j+sm. my dirty ethnic jokes keep ’em laughin’ it’s true, but i could do that ’cause i’m an african+jew. my mind’s not designed to respond to the kind that don’t understand the fact, that it’s my time to shine…
“either you’re deaf, dumb, or blind”
“the time is now for me to shine”
“brilliant rhyme+whiz”
my dj’s name is heaven fingers, his digits touch the wax with effervesce, technique he bring forever lingers. who’s the cat that produce your tracks? that’s slum+one, ladies who taste him call him yum+yum. my hypeman’s invisible, seen by me solely, another soldier in god’s little army, and wholly holy. not your average cat with a savage boardroom rabid rap, i’ll burn your broccoli bush, ravage your cabbage patch. cohort with pie+lovers who tend they fields in crop+dusters, intended to yield some blockbusters. harvest+time, i’m pullin’ acres that’ll gloss ‘ya, i promise i deal for the livest meals, mother nature has to offer. i built a castle on some pristine dirt, with a chapel even cleaner than the sistine church, completely sanctified, totally solely driven to keep her, my religion is reefer. acapulco golden oldies, unsavory character over some dope drums, i remove crews like mildews & soap scums, i give robots a little more push, strap battery packs to they back, like george bush. i’m instrumental with rappin’, my rhymes are designed to spark the minds of potential presidential assassins, let me take you to 2030, your handcuffs are unseen, and the sight of any kind of paper money, dirty. they got the city divided splendidly, into virtual prison+block with six million gigawatts of deadly energy, the enemy readily minds the gate, incase a rabblerouser ever try to escape from camera+topia. zone one’s no longer quarantined by the commish, your group apply cats in lilac, hijacked a satellite dish, and rerouted all the receptions, dropped electromagnetic pulses to neutralize the high+voltage fences. the governor’s upset to k!ll, his wife was gunned down in a part of town, once known as chestnut hill, zone one is out of order, insurgents took over city hall, and kidnapped the mayor’s daughter. freedomtown’s, now a disaster area, fema’s comin’ in to seal the perimeter, laws will be inforced now, more heavily & rapider, step out of line one time, they zappin’ ‘ya…
[lewka peel]
per capita, the new age blue+paged laws, fractured the news name, and lose aid troops came trained, and became un+vincible. jumped a choo+choo train & coo+coo gunnin’, capable fight freedom activated, captivated despite peace & sh+t, cash stackin’ safest. powerful behavior, like fire ravens of satan, bound & came with rape+rates, wicked nation. policy polish the front door, and bumperstickers solidly taxin’, watch your junk+drawers, their trunk gets thicker, accidents happen this is a joint effort. battery packs attack, keeps these toys centered, september 10th memo, sent lower crypt load, and together went to demo like, like let’s roll. kleptocracy got lots by the b+lls, they tried pop coppin’ me, that’s why i’m climbin’ walls…
“either you’re deaf, dumb, or blind”
“the time is now for me to shine”
“brilliant rhyme+whiz”
“everybody is a star, i can feel it when you shine”
“everybody wants to shine”
“one big circle, goin’ ’round & ’round”
samples are from “the night the earth cried” by gravediggaz
& “everybody is a star” by sly & the family stone
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