Dirty Heads - I Got No Time lyrics

[Chorus: Duddy B] I got no time for y'all We got to keep movin', yeah I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah I got no time for y'all We got to keep movin', yeah I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah [Verse 1: Duddy B] I'm droppin beats, nice and mellow Meet you, I say hello Jump on the microphone I got the fellas sayin' well, uh Damn, yo this boy come shockin' And no, I don't stop until I'm done rockin' So yo, just sit back and relax for a bit I'll spit my sh** then I quit Like the biz, then I rip it I'm high as can be, the true Duddy B And all can see we comin' irie, yeah, yeah Yeah, irie, yeah, yeah Yeah, irie [Verse 2: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*] I'm on a stag, my booze up on the very highest shelf (Yo, stay true to my friends and get wise with myself) Cause I'm impaired with despair at all you s**er MCs (So be yourself and flow with ease And keep it tight like Dungarees) And get this cheese like cheddar (Drop the fake act and grab these beats that be better) 'Cause I be breakin' fools With molecules and lots of juice Your neck in the noose, I'm lettin it loose, yo (When you turn purple, get out my circle If you got that sh** that be commercial) 'Cause I found ya sound, just be the other way around (You're tryin' to be underground But you floatin' on the surface) With no purpose in your verses (Drop the mic so you can jerk it) *Can it be the MC rockin under canopies Insanity is banning me from rappin' independently* And sending me to penitentiaries offensively (Cause I love music), I chose it, don't abuse it Never lose it when I bruise it (So don't lyrically shoot, cause you know you're gonna miss) You say you get more p**y than a gynecologist (I know you would be lonely if it wasn't for your fist) You asked me how I got dope I said lots of prac-a-prac-a-tice [Chorus: Duddy B] I got no time for y'all We got to keep movin', yeah I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah I got no time for y'all We got to keep movin', yeah I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah [Verse 3: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*] Well, buenos noches Steppin' on fools like co*kroaches I be callin' plays like some f**in' football coaches Fallin' asleep because I know your sh** is boring Cut you so hard, you'll straight up need some Neosporin Said I'm raining on your head, because yo, my sh** is pourin' Your eyes get dilated cause all your hits is faded I need to be sedated like my main man Dutty B Sick to your stomach when you find an ill MC With the symphony, the illest infantry Drops you down for the century The illest penalty Said I know I'm hard to see I k** myself, but leave my entity But jump up off a track like a cricket Make it Jiminy Original citadel, head bob Four star general I find mine with my tentacle My rhyme style's identical to none You bite me, end up like your grandfather Straight chewin' with your gums It's the DJ selector Comin' hard on the record with the effort, full effect DJ science, break your neck when tongues twist syllables Trick our lips to make hits Never leave you unfulfilled like a hooker with one tit A group with one hit Gettin' loose off one sip We the sunshine MCs So I think you best to quit (Yes, I think it's time to quit) Yo, you know you it's best to quit *Yes, I think it's time to quit, yo* [Chorus: Duddy B] I got no time for y'all We got to keep movin', yeah I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah I got no time for y'all We got to keep movin', yeah I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah