Artist: Trek Life f/ Bishop Lamont, Hardwerk Album: Hometown Foreigner Song: Rap Time Typed by: @TrekLife/Mello Music Group/OHHLA Webmaster * * only Trek Life's verse was provided by MMG "Ladies and gentlemen it's rap time" [Hardwerk] Steppin out the motherfuckin dark matter I see numbers and I talk data Feel the beat in my heart's pattern Movin at the speed of the planet's orbit Breathe in oxygen and absorb it breathe it out and transform it My DNA's prehistoric, twisted up and encoded Mixture of two of those who consented and then consorted My mind is full of files, it's only I who can sort it So let me say exactly who I am I'm a West coast vegan nerd with bad times and with words that digress, and already spelled shit on my shirt Just a nice guy, but all the ladies think I'm tryin to flirt I wish I knew what it was, so I can know how it work A bookworm, who's hooked on phonics and good herb I could turn, this verse into something you could learn After research, but after research, I'd rather teach 'Werk And I keep shirts, the same color as Greedy Smurf "Ladies and gentlemen it's rap time" [Trek Life] Your albums are dope rap deficient Them beats sound like they eaten yo' ass alive I swear to God you shouldn't have a fan that exist and y''ll don't wanna see my tribe like we canibalistic If you but any microphone near my hand I'ma rip it straight up Infirmary style All my soldiers is the illest with no known cure or vaccine man we villains In your system taken over like addiction Ladies love the diction, that's no pun intended Y'all went for the sprint and, your campaign is winded Tried to buy the love spending cash on a friendslist But that can't cover up the fact you ain't gifted Who me I'm like Christmas, Hanukkah & kwanza I sonned y'all daily man I'm kinda like your father 10 steps beyond ya, give y'all GI Janes and Jane Fonda's with broken down rap lives to ponder "Ladies and gentlemen it's rap time" [Bishop Lamont] I kick the hottest shit ever scene since the Byzantine empire; verbal menace, part chemist Spit Greek fire I be that emcee that emcees secretly admire Blessed by the Messiah, dressed in regular attire I live in God's Attic, from the roof I'm even higher So let's G-O, turn my foes into vegetables And stir fry it if the weapon blows Yeah; my demeanor is a cross between a great white shark and the Grim Reaper I whisper death through yo' speaker, at low frequencies See frequently the hoes freak with me, creep with me If she missin, I might know where yo' bitch could be Huh~! I've been grand with layer, probably where I lay her out in Maui, blue waters around me Waldorf-Astoria, where you clowns ain't be I'm overdue to celebrate it Ten years up in this bitch and niggaz hate it I'm just warming up, incincerate it Hot 'til I'm sizzlin, pop I'm hot you fizzlin Your career's slowin down like it's on Ritalin I begin extend where you faggots end The Mayans was describin me New reign of terror bring the whole world catastrophe I'm so fly bird flu make you sick of me You niggaz make songs on me, I make history Been ready, preperation breeds victory I'm legendary - you rappers ain't shit to me "Ladies and gentlemen it's rap time"