El-P - No Time lyrics

[Intro: (Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire) Goldie Glo] (Dream as if you'll live forever) (And live as if you'll die today) (Peel off) Oh man Yeah, word Goldie Glo Main man, Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire How you do there, baby, what's happening? Uh We going heavy on these hoes right now, you know what I'm saying? Yellow Band bandits Peel Off entertainment We just doing the things you like to do We'll show you what we talking about [Verse 1: Goldie Glo] Motherf**er, f** fame; we already famous Motherf**er, f** the game; we already players Fill your shirt with blood stains, tote heavy stainless All because you didn't know what the f** my name is Bout the cash money bags, buckets full of duckets Coat cut slabs, Louis Vuitton luggage What a glamorous life, though my life's on the edge Think I got the d**h wish, living live on the stair I couldn't [?] the feds cause I ain't see em coming Heard they put five on my head, and I ain't see em running You'll never take me alive, motherf**ers Stunting and gunning till the day that I die, motherf**ers No time for fake b**hes I'm in and out the interstate with these real b**hes My trial and error just enough to make me k** these n***as They smiling in my face a lot, but I don't feel these n***as, nah Get out the way, get out the way; don't box me in I heard the shot alone took his oxygen Goldie Glo, motherf**er. I gots to win I got the people counting on me like I'm the one Heavy weight up on my shoulders. Did I drop something? I'm walking through them dark valleys with night visions on I try to paint my pictures clearer—and my vision's gone I try to paint my pictures clearer—and my vision's gone [Hook: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire (Goldie Glo)] I got no time for fake ones Just sipping crushed grapes with my real ones (From east to west, n***a, we be's the best n***a) (Retreat, unless n***as want beef, and we gon k** em) I got no time for fake ones Just sipping Georgi vodka with my real ones (From east to west, n***a, we be's the best n***a) (Retreat, unless n***as want beef, and we gon k** em) [Verse 2: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire (Goldie Glo)] I'm at my show, twenty n***as on the puny stage Crowd chanting my name like Bolo at the kumite EXqo bumaye, fluently doing inhuman things I like big booty, took a week in prince, and [?] today Life's a crooked boomerang, and somehow, we still moving straight My n***a, [?], got knocked, he told them coppers they could s** his dick They say, “X, you wilin', got no job and no college degree You running put of time—you 25 now, you not 17 All my mama all these doubting time [?] inside my [?] Alter my reality like Inception, but that won't [?] n***a, I'm not cowardly, got desire, not afraid A list of things I got no time for—failure's at the top of it Operate off of Georgi vodka and a lot of hate Do not debate. n***a, I will knock you in your sloppy face A lot's at stake. [?] maniacal thoughts inside my brain Combined with frustration while I'm trying to get my life straight It's time we annihilate (all competition) How the f** can you deny I'm great? (n***a, you tripping) You vagina hole, spineless snake (nonexistent) (Big difference between being b**h and doing business) I'm a psycho, a renegade (they think I'm tripping) On the bible, everything I say (is nonfiction) We ain't kids no mo'. The cable box is flicking That minute hand is ticking, my n***as, just skip the bullsh** [Hook: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire (Goldie Glo)] I got no time for fake ones Just sipping crushed grapes with my real ones (From east to west, n***a, we be's the best n***a) (Retreat, unless n***as want beef) [Verse 3: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] Now tell me, how did my dick get in your mouth when I don't like men? Spit it out—you got a problem with me, come fight then I don't address the bullsh**, [?] Sipping, drinking Henny out the gallon like it's Poland Spring Coasting, hoes all on my dick like they postin' Middle finger frozen at all of those who opposin' me I know that they only mad cause I'm all that they wanna be He's hurting it so so bad—you see what I'm becoming, G Honestly, I just laugh cause I find the sh** funny The same n***a y'all thought was trash getting all of this money And they bummy; they wanna run with me, but they can't roll Cause it's like Bishop told Steel, we ain't crew no mo' [Bridge: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire (4X)] Feels like I've been through (it all) With my back against (the wall) If they wanna fight (me raw) I might slip and I (might fall) When life knocks me down (I crawl) I ain't slowing down (at all) I'mma do this till (I'm gone) Swear that I'mma show (em all) [Finale: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] [?] bullsh** [?] rhyme about more [?] Try, it's useless, I look stupid, don't know why I even do this Bullsh** time-consuming music [?] my life in a hole [?] drop on my life would have been to lose control But no, I wanted something different, drifting, fixing on my visions Had a good job, quit it, had a good b**h, we too different Y'all don't get it, I don't get it, some sh** you just ain't supposed to get That's the part of life I think that most people don't ever get