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Platinum Gee - What Time Is It lyrics

[Verse 1:Platinum Gee]
Feel this lik' a put yo' hands on a speakerset...
Gatt these kids, persperatin' and i ain't breakin' a sweat...
What this is versatility expressed on verse...
What's worse is you say you k**in' sh*#!, buh stuck inna herse...
Not try'na hurt yo' feelings, but you forced to be feelin' this...
You gatta know what this is, like finishin' your puzzle pieces... Maan, I jus' wanna shut up and drop my tape already...
See me walkin' in my hood like im big already...
'Coz ama rhumsha aseKas'a groenta kqal'apha kum...
Ezinto niz'wela ngoku ziqal'apha kum...
Akhoskwali Brah, i guess its you and i against this fakeness...
No short-cuts, on the savage journey to greatness...
What time is it? Sick and tired o'clock...
Y'all crazy, screws loose, imma call y'all bok...
Im tired'o tryin' f*#!, The lyin' learn to stand on your feet...
You still denyin' who you are you ain' a man b*#!...
You undermining piece'o sh*#!, you need somebody to teach... You HIP HOP 'coz that sh** you say is HIP HOP ain't it...
Ingxak'yenu y'all bragg too much, and actions speak more...
We winning, and y'all been the ones keepin' score...

[Verse 2:Lloyd G]
Ever since I was a young'n I had the flow game on lock
Years later I'm still at it on my way to the top
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Til I get to the summit trust me boy I won't stop
Bars are just to heavy for me f** it ima let em drop
Nah homie not like that don't you get it twisted
Ima spit em don't care if it offends you 'cause this ain't business
We don't know you in rap circles we deny your existence
Brought my A game along workin on criminal ambitions
I want ma bars 2 make money without a liquor license
And judging by your steez y'all can't afford my prices
They take a hike every 2nd bar they mountain climbin
SVP we the dope squad when it comes to rhymin
Evander Holifield flows n***as wana bite em like Tyson
If can't handle the blows maybe you shouldn't be fightin
I'm the pope in a pool full of liquor godly wit em bars
The not so secret society n***a my team stay in charge
From the 1st bar 2 the 16th that's how we be rollin
From my thoughts to the pad via this pen that I'm holdin
We rap 2 lace nice bars y'all f**s are conforming
To the norms of this swagger and yall are under performing
I run a mock on each verse
Spit psychotic like im cursed
I'm out 4 blood coz water has never quenched ma thirst
Man I body errthn thts why I be drivin a hearse
Dressed in all white at a funeral yeah I know I'm bezerk

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