Artist: Ant Banks f/ Bad-N-Fluenz, Otis & Shug Album: Big Thangs Song: Time Is Tickin' Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: Ant Diddley Dog] Representing the East Oakland, man "For sure" Doing this for my comrade Rappin Ron, nigga Rest your soul, baby, you know Bad-N-Fluenz lives forever Nineteen ninety seven, we're doing Big Thangs With my cold-player Big Banks big time Time is ticking away too man, so I got to do it now [Chorus: Otis & Shug] Time is ticking away; time is ticking away Man, there's soldiers dying deep in their graves Time is ticking away; time is ticking away So before I go I got to get paid [Verse One: Ant Diddley Dog] No, I'm not speaking to them When I speak to each and every individual; Trapped in these streets visuals where the police be despicable And get to know your plot and your plan Trying to find rocks in your hand See what you got, hook and look in All up in your pot and your pan But I only got one chance to get that knot in my hand Fuck a bitch, fuck romancing, it ain't no stopping us man On a rampage, these damn days got me stuck like bandages How can a man raise his column with the fuck Uncle Sam page? So I hustle, tussle with the local knuckles to their drawers Rest in peace Rappin' Ron, I gots to buckle for my thug man All hands clap for this Westcoast Rap While we're smoking on these sacks keeping Oakland on the map [Verse Two: Mr. ILL] We play whores to the best max And players strictly saxing prayers When they're ticking it, the plot, yep, we're kicking it Such a thickening displaying in my mind Til I dismay, time is ticking away But forever and a day, I'll be fine Rhymes that's incline to reach Debt stretched from the streets to beach To be some peace, yet, some seak The cripple way I show them triple play Hold on to your grip before it slowly slip away Prolong your trip; so they can gong your itch Learning right from wrong, writing songs that's on hit My voice's expandable, yep, it's choice words from my mandible No cannibals, enjoy my voice; words understandable If you, have a chance to, think you could dance to What herb got no nerve, now, you shot to curb Otis blurts on manuals that filled me with destruction And my abduction will be coming up on nothing [Chorus: Otis & Shug] [Verse Three: Ant Diddley Dog] Time is ticking away and I see technology surpassing humanity It ain't demanding me to stop for all my piling insanity But I planned to be a rich man, with diamond wrist bands Designing good plans, watching my rhyming expand to a higher plateau, so I can admire bad whores Gotta let them tire rascals, cause they all desire cash-flow But No-No I ain't exposed to for, I'm on a whole another page Creeping when I load up the gauge And it's deeper than the whole of the grave So partner, throw up your page, wraps As I make the whole damn stage collapse Strapped with major gats to lay suckers and haters flat I spray the mack, on jacks and High-Space scratch of packing dice At night, my criminal activity is to track the bites And niggaz wanna get rid of me With hopes that are sending me to after life Hoping that I can be broken but I'm from Oakland And the nine acting right, take heat to these raps I write I flow with wisdom, through the solar system Telling all y'all soldiers listen [Verse Four: Mr. ILL] Behind the scenes to a revolution I'm steadily shooting lines to screen From the head that's loosing Thirty degrees and the other seventy day don't give us Living unheavenly, Murky Jeans is what work with But see a shady business classify us some threats to sound So if you better start from bottom, then it's best to stand Illegal riches and bitches is just to test the man Shuffle in my left hand, or rebel struggle Lighting brothers up Jessie Tuggle Fighting to juggle, Huhh.. my money and adversaries I need to switch to get some gadgets from the library Checking maggots and faggots, so why should I worry They trapped under bights, now ?? the lightening And hot as frightening And be strapped in the night when the time heightening Up african descents, smack dead men It's just a formia of reality They don't know me so they battle me East Oakland, Cali G-the-Funk straight for ballies [Chorus: Otis & Shug]