What's The Time?

open your eyes and get stung by the light
hardcore flippin' the beat we do it right
x2

what's the time
i don't care i don't know
i keep my foes within a stone's throw
playin' with danger's in my nature
it's how I grow and how I let go

everyday I stare into the sun
when I got a pair of scissors I run, 'cause it's fun
I flip off nuns and wave plastic guns at pedestrians
i make fun of everything under the sun

don't care i don't know
iffi think it's dope, i think it's so-so
i don't care i don't know
iffi think it's fresh, i think it's so-so

open your eyes and get stung by the light
hardcore flippin' the beat we do it right
x2


not tryin' but settin' precedents
affecting residents who trustin' presidents blindly
finding nothing that make sense even sound right
make it bounce, i bun an ounce
every three nights
never stop fighting
just keep writing, citing my text
don't need to see what's next
the untold never free no soul, no
we not lost no
we already defeat the boss and
bun dem bungtung in dey bungalow
yo, your ass dips low
ya mind defeated when i drop my flow, ya don't know