Motion Man - Time 2 Get Right lyrics

[41 second instrumental to open the song] {*scratched: "Take a minute now to hear me" - KRS*} [Motion Man] Wisdom Born is my physical degree, in the month of Understanding Wisdom Culture my seed birthday, all born to Wisdom Cypher Big rhymin since Bill Power Knowledge Power, later and I'm still the epiphany Close related to a symphony with mad instruments trapped inside of me I bang the drum and blow the horn Rappers they follow, like little +Children of the Corn+ Vegetables, at the table like the Huxtables Sit at the table 'til you finish all your morsels Out the door, hit the interstate, who sound state Snatchin up Keith, a transplant from the tri-state Jheri curls, with finger waves, all shuckin It's two big {?}, gorilla arms and mad ducats Bust in your house like the little man Mighty Mouse Piss on your TV cause you watchin all the wrong channels Step out your house in your Sunday's best brown flannel Rockin your khakis, you a tall kid, they fit me baggy You try to follow I'mma end it for you retromendric That means I piss backwards, like a cat Hug up your dome like a pro-fitted hat As you twist the hat, turn the hat, flip the hat, spin the hat Still lookin good in the trunk of my Cadillac Keith I'm cla**ic, I'm pa**in you the flame homey Burn the plastic, the world that you once told me [Hook 4X: MOI] [K] It's time to get right [M] Flamboyant status [K] Smack a cop [M] N'ia what? [Kool Keith] Upon him up, autopsy, look at the body from the ankles Up to the neck up, banana clip bring the tec up Pick up pick up pick up pick up, that's some out there By the ambulance, emergency room packed up, ward and backed up Patrol cars, black & whites get hype Caprice Cla**ics chase me in old Mavericks Sharp switchblades like I'm a tourist from Mexico, "hey bro" I cut your face like I'm doin a tattoo of a statue Why you think I'm mad at you? Spontaneous action Get you smacked and, everybody at the new release Arista party packed in Cover your a** cause everybody's on the guest list Didn't come from the front, they came from the back Stole your 600, watch Puerto Ricans strip it down Disconnect your Lojack, amateurs duck down it's a pro act With Guinness a-pourin through your urinary tract Hamburgers flow, you mad, you end up with a shake and a Big Mac Kenny L, clientele, givin orders through Pacific Bell Guard your collect calls, leave you in the lobby room One bag in the mall, have your one minute gone from pre-paid phone calls Call back and hang up, call back and hang up, call back and hang up Caller ID bring my name, anniversary season Who can produce movies without me like "Rhyme & Reason" {*scratched: "I don't know"*} [M] N'ia what? [Hook] [K] It's time to get right {*scratches to end*}