It's Time ft. Flo-B Lyrics

Won't stop till you cop and we make it

My cop that you block can stop hating

We rock and your role is called faking

It's time no rhymes is wasted

Won't stop till you cop and we make it

My cop that you block can stop hating

We rock and your role is called faking

It's time no rhymes is wasted

First off you got to trust all the niggas that you run with

Flo-B Jamal and this Hilltop dumb shit

Flames spit up out of the pits I'm sick

This speech release fire then kill your whole disk

Praying my own wish you get rich picture this

Me and Jitski stack a mill if they get a million licks

Yeah we gone get it and rock and make you cop

Been moving it like a SWAT team swarming the block

So never will it get me to stop

Some prop some block and when hatred flocks your times wasted

Flaw nigga so ice done start caking

Flow soft like cake them Debbies get ate and

Get your mic scarred scorch the booth call me Dragonheart

Yeah you say you hungry why you niggas grabbing candy bars

Top of the line in the flame you can see me

Swear I draw graffiti raps even trains want to be me (Yeah)

Won't stop till you cop and we make it

My cop that you block can stop hating

We rock and your role is called faking

It's time no rhymes is wasted

Won't stop till you cop and we make it

My cop that you block can stop hating

We rock and your role is called faking

It's time no rhymes is wasted

Last of a dying breed bleed seeds that

Got enough soul to bring James Brown back

In hell but I'm playing heaven's soundtrack

Rhymes make your head spin like Chris brown hat

I'm on fire you can come and catch a contact

Call me skim milk cause I'm coming off the top of that dome

Breathe life in the microphone

Make the desktop background fall in the zone

Bottom of the well you can catch Deyuel

Flipping words like heads and tails

Keeping it real cause I know it never fails

Catch me in the swamp where the alligator dwells

Lockjaw like pitbull never tell on 'ya

Don't get found like Easter with a smell on 'ya

Like Gary Coleman what you talking about

We're all coming up on the rough side of the mountain