Saukrates – Father Time (The Underground Tapes Remastered Reissue Album)

[Verse 1]
Father Time ticks on to the early morning breaks of dawn
I’m an emperor whose empire crushes the pawn
I gave birth to a novel scene
Stealing the cream, whoo blow out your smoke screen
So, nigga freeze cause this MC in every degree
Can have a punk spilling head cheese
Saukrates a felon, in this rap game rebelling
And rock stadiums like Van Halen
Or Bruce Springsteen, what is war good for my nigga?
Even when cash rules, you still lose my nigga
Quoting the words of a shottie
When who is becomes who was and who could have been
Will never be somebody
All I want’s a green in my gene
The Earth is mean so I plot mad fucking schemes
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, my nigga
You’re drowning in shit creek without a fight
What, some old psych shit, you wanna battle?
Touch the mic and see how close you might get
I’ll bust your mental click and send you back to your dimension of wackness
Dodge, block and end with a back flip
So then the beat becomes shank
Let the fat woman scream it ain’t over ’til I finish my skank, nigga

[Hook]
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will lose no doubt
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt

[Verse 2]
Make money money night and day
Follow in the footsteps so you can float a Ac around the way
Every day’s a payday, crooks are living the life of kings
In the ghetto, emeralds and fat diamond rings
Stay alive and strive, let a nigga know that you’re real
And quit playing Leonard Part 5
Recognize my rhyme, a Valentines Day of deadly love
Powerful like Daddy Time
Keep checking your watch before I’ve tooken your home plate
I’m Jackie Robinson, you better dodge Brooklyn
My mack will never crack, so fuck pussy bunting
I got Mother Nature sucking my dick down to nothing
Ah, an asset to the rhyming biz, my nigga
Never ask me what time it is, I’ll kick a quiz
And go sphinx on your ass and ask you
If a nigga falls in the ghetto, will they harass you
And as you sit and think a deadly venom starts to sink
Through your fucking skin and melts your link to Charmin
Getting low on Tanqueray
Flip the script on a A&R, stifle him as R&A
Promising is comforting to the fool but works some of the time
But word is bond, the smirk son
Better be wiped by tomorrow night, finito
Capisce? Or I’ll have my way like Carlito

[Hook]
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will lose no doubt
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt
If the time runs out, then brother you will get turned out
And if the clock keeps ticking, then nigga you will lose no doubt

Joe Budden – Pump It Up

Pump p-pump pump p-pump
Pump p-pump pump it up
Pump p-pump pump p-pump p-pump
Pump p-pump pump it up
(Just blaze)
Pump p-pump pump it up
We gon’ do it like
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that’s drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O’s in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
‘Til you gotta hurt back

Can’t spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can’t cuddle after we done, it wasn’t worth that
Joey I’m responsible for bringin’ Jerse back, yeah we bad huh
She at the bar stylin’ she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I’m only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma, if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut uhh

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C’mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie I been plottin’ to get
You can hop in the whip
And we go
Pump p-pump pump it up

O K, we was leaving, we was done
Then she said,"Can my people’s come?"
Here we go I see it don’t stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don’t stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain’t gotta be bothered, be cute on your own

My jump off doesn’t run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don’t want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don’t argue or get rebellious
And she don’t mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off’s not insecure or jealous
Uuh, uuh, uuh

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C’mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

Y’all dudes keep talking ’bout your ice and all the shine to it
That’s alright go cross world find cubic
Ma, I wanna fall in love like I’m Cupid
Telling me she don’t give brain, like I’m stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
Get it, don’t think about it
The game is bad playa, ain’t it bad playa?
Don’t worry, Joey’ll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin’ wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa

Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin’ the back playa
Plain as that playa
808’s pumpin’ bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1man gang I’m back playa
Look, want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my, huh, won’t jump off
When all the streets need is j-jump off
J-jump j-jump off

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C’mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C’mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up, nigga