Time (Remix) — текст песни (Killah Priest f Dreddy Kruger, Savoy)

[Killah Priest]
My life flashes, I`m eight years old, my face stares cold
At the pastor, as he picks up the roll
He reads a chapter, his voice is like grabbin` my soul
The seeds to the blacker, finally`ll fade out slow
From here and after, a whole brand new screen show
I hear laughter, it`s my birthday, I`m 18 years old
I`m on gates between one road, 8 seas and young hoes
Inflate dreams wit gun blows, weight screen wit blunt rolls
Up, they lit it, some hit it, I`m drunk
So much, that I can`t see straight
Another flash, I`m in a fancy place, a waiter walks sober
Hands me a plate, I transit to escape
But it`s too late, I see my casket, my mom`s screamin` bastard
Ya know who killed them feel dumb wit the lugers
Rugers, you God damn hoodlums, but it`s too late
I see the King and the New Jerusalem, I could touch the gates

[Chorus: Savoy]
Time keeps on tickin`, stay focused, ain`t no time for politickin
Time keeps on tickin`, stay focused, gotta keep our your brothers outta prison
Time keeps on tickin`, stay hopin`, ain`t no time for politickin
Gotta keep our your brothers outta prison
Everyday, I feel this life is like addiction

[Dreddy Kruger]
I move at the speed of a sneeze
Wit water in my knees, you gets hit in the head by the breeze
From debris, there`s too many I`s and not enough We`s
There`s too many fake rappers and not enough M.C.`s
All ya do is talk about keys and V and G`s
Nigga please, Killa Beez quote degrees
We from the U.S. to overseas, this is just a tease
I flow on this track wit ease, wit no cheese
It`s real, now you know how the fuck I feel
And still, the nicest niggaz don`t got a deal

[Chorus]