Artist: Frukwan Album: Life Song: Time & Space Typed by: ThaWuKillahBee@aol.com [Intro: Frukwan] Yeah, check it, yo 'Kwan Sun Star, peace to the Gods Yo, check it, yo [Chorus 2X: Frukwan] Caught up in the mixture of time and space So you better think twice 'fore you loose your place Cause first your here, then your gone Some will carry on, I use a fourth back in the pack [Frukwan] Lovin' it, creep, blaze wild fires Mentally complete, I never will retire I amputate the rep, of you phony cadetes Roll block and cage melons, I smash your melon Off top enemy, force blunt dramas Brothers know the penalty, disrespect the drama If you ain't a MC, then don't present By the way, you got a minute for a single fate I stand root and sort, this be food for thought And compare it to my stuff, and you still ain't sayin' nothin' You want a thick link, I wear a barbed wire clink on my frame Look inside my eyes, see my pain I still struggle, cause ain't nothin' realer then that Everything that I feel, touch, taste is black Respect to the street hoodies, I drop boulders For my up and coming wild young soldiers [Chorus 2X] [Frukwan] I spit a tea spoon of tricks, cardiac elixer Quick to smell the fan, a funnel of a twister Ching high spy's, black supplies No matter what the plan, I'm the last to stand Peep the text work of a expert, stalk the jungle Black street mongle, lyrics yet to fumble Arch nemesis, sinister guiness Performin' on a crowd like a root canal My metaphor preys on regul' laws like predators Weak don't stand a chance, and spread terror like Manson Pluck brothers from air ducts and such Trigger the sea fort parts over the war Brothers left stripped, I'm there garment, crack your valve Yeah nigga, thats how I get down So if you still want a piece, I got more to release By the gallon, knockin niggas off balance, yo [Chorus 2X] [Frukwan] Critical my frame, all points the same First line in defense, Frukwan's my name The MC, fuck bein' a rapper I master concept, thoughts and objects The original Lex Luth', givin' brothers bumps and bruise On brothers that feel they got nothin' to lose Step to me, I let loose like a untamed bear I grip and chew, never loosen my grip Skinned tissue was aparant I leave lyrical abrasions, and altercations Any man under the meat, is lesser Nigga what you think, don't mean a God damn thing under pressure And I'mma see to it, and change the text Open brothers up wide, put a hole in your chest My click love to hurt, love to do work Any thing I need done, I just say the word From my caboose go deep, 36 with night vision Recruit my troops, under hazardous condition Incognito, throw them up like torpedos And send them on they way, yo [Chorus 4X] [Outro: Frukwan] Yo, check it Ya'll better straighten up and fly right, boy With the possession, and the power, to control the entire globe Through hip-hop, yo I feed on compass like any music existed in history Yo, it's no mystery