Time’s Runnin’ Out(Original Version) - Brand Nubian
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Time’s Runnin’ Out(Original Version)
歌手:Brand Nubian
所属专辑:Time’s Runnin’ Out
发行时间:2007-08-21
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Time’s Runnin’ Out(Original Version) - Brand Nubian 文本歌词
Time's Runnin' Out (Original Version) - Brand Nubian
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
And as the days of the two-oh approach
I drop a seed in my girl
So I can stay in this world
And decompose the foes
That slipped up under our nose
We living on rows on top of rows and
Half our stores is closed
We still trickin out jerkin out
Half the project workin out
They buildin underground cities
While we worried about seein titties
With they secret committies
And society orders
They carryin out the slaughter
Picture your daughter on stage for a quarter
My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam
Got caught with napalm
And burned off half his f**kin arm
The government knew
Then about the lasting effects
Now they done cut off his checks
And if he wild out he'll be murdered
Or possibly herded to the VA Hospi-tal
Where they got 'em under one roof
Where they can conceal the proof
You can see sh*t changin cat
It can't stay the same
Damn I wish the government
Didn't have my real name
Put down that glass of champagne
It seems yo' a** ain't heard a damn thing
That I've been sayin niggaz steady playin
Like it's recess in the schoolyard
Jewels from the God
Cast to the foolish heart
Meanwhile the white militia's training
Like Freemen in Montana aiming they guns
Son I told you revolution would come
Way back in '91
You might find me on the run
Forced to be a fugitive
But livin my life like a pugilist
Always givin Devils hell
Rebels rest under a shell
We packin knives made in Israel
Preparin for the comin confrontation
What the f**k y'all niggaz waitin for
We in a state of
War 1997 ain't gon' be no slice of heaven
Like Richard Gere I hope this touch yo' Primal Fear
Four years is the turn of the century
I guess we gon' learn eventually
They wanna burn books that mention me
Take a look into your future tell me what you see
Pardon me mister
Well it's the eight-five resister to give
Your brain cell a blister
So fine-tune your resistor
Every ghetto corner's goner
So I think that you should wanna
Take heed to the seed
Once I plant it we can feed
Now we stuck on stupid
In a state of unawareness
Makes us fearless endearless
Recklessness makes us careless
This idiology stupidity lack of idealogy
Periodically destroys us psychologically
Cipher's dimension is viewed on dissension
Like a undetected chemical
That creates mad tension
We all been injected now
We all become infected
Ways and action of our people is
The way that we dissect it
It's gettin trifer we should run the six sects
Taking tons of you now follow by
Twenty-one ciphers
But we don't cause we frozen
Posin at thirty-two degrees
That's no way for the chosen to be dosin
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
Cause right about this time
They tryin to trace my moves
By simple things like bills
They tryin to mark my location
At home or on vacation
Through my ChemicalBank card
They tryin to kill the God
And through my food feed me lard
It be that lesson temptation
For them devilish type creations
Making the black mind feeble
With they thought pattern Evel
Like Knievel or conniving
Got no time for eighty-fiving
It's time to educate instead of wastin time jiving
We goin to hell in a handbasket
Fell into a casket
Cause for drastic measures
We should all stick together
Final Call we better heed instead of chasin
After cheddar cheese
Before we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
And as the days of the two-oh approach
I drop a seed in my girl
So I can stay in this world
And decompose the foes
That slipped up under our nose
We living on rows on top of rows and
Half our stores is closed
We still trickin out jerkin out
Half the project workin out
They buildin underground cities
While we worried about seein titties
With they secret committies
And society orders
They carryin out the slaughter
Picture your daughter on stage for a quarter
My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam
Got caught with napalm
And burned off half his f**kin arm
The government knew
Then about the lasting effects
Now they done cut off his checks
And if he wild out he'll be murdered
Or possibly herded to the VA Hospi-tal
Where they got 'em under one roof
Where they can conceal the proof
You can see sh*t changin cat
It can't stay the same
Damn I wish the government
Didn't have my real name
Put down that glass of champagne
It seems yo' a** ain't heard a damn thing
That I've been sayin niggaz steady playin
Like it's recess in the schoolyard
Jewels from the God
Cast to the foolish heart
Meanwhile the white militia's training
Like Freemen in Montana aiming they guns
Son I told you revolution would come
Way back in '91
You might find me on the run
Forced to be a fugitive
But livin my life like a pugilist
Always givin Devils hell
Rebels rest under a shell
We packin knives made in Israel
Preparin for the comin confrontation
What the f**k y'all niggaz waitin for
We in a state of
War 1997 ain't gon' be no slice of heaven
Like Richard Gere I hope this touch yo' Primal Fear
Four years is the turn of the century
I guess we gon' learn eventually
They wanna burn books that mention me
Take a look into your future tell me what you see
Pardon me mister
Well it's the eight-five resister to give
Your brain cell a blister
So fine-tune your resistor
Every ghetto corner's goner
So I think that you should wanna
Take heed to the seed
Once I plant it we can feed
Now we stuck on stupid
In a state of unawareness
Makes us fearless endearless
Recklessness makes us careless
This idiology stupidity lack of idealogy
Periodically destroys us psychologically
Cipher's dimension is viewed on dissension
Like a undetected chemical
That creates mad tension
We all been injected now
We all become infected
Ways and action of our people is
The way that we dissect it
It's gettin trifer we should run the six sects
Taking tons of you now follow by
Twenty-one ciphers
But we don't cause we frozen
Posin at thirty-two degrees
That's no way for the chosen to be dosin
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
Cause right about this time
They tryin to trace my moves
By simple things like bills
They tryin to mark my location
At home or on vacation
Through my ChemicalBank card
They tryin to kill the God
And through my food feed me lard
It be that lesson temptation
For them devilish type creations
Making the black mind feeble
With they thought pattern Evel
Like Knievel or conniving
Got no time for eighty-fiving
It's time to educate instead of wastin time jiving
We goin to hell in a handbasket
Fell into a casket
Cause for drastic measures
We should all stick together
Final Call we better heed instead of chasin
After cheddar cheese
Before we back to slavery commitin acts of bravery
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
The time's running out tick-tock like the grains of sand
Every man sharpens man like steel sharpens steel
The threat of a war is real
Where my soldiers for the battlefield
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