Rich Boogie - J. Sands and Rascalz Freestyle (The Time Has Come!) lyrics

[Intro: J. Sands (of Lone Catalysts)] Eddie Ill, D.L. Uh, Lone Cat, what? Uh, uh, yo [Verse 1: J. Sands (of Lone Catalysts)] The Lone Catalysts, J. Sands, mic vandal My partner's name is Rawls, but his wifey call him Daniel Composed a manual for the ‘99th annual Dollar event before they blow out the candles For 2G's ‘cause, after that, we'll be too much to handle Deeper than Randy Moss waiting on the bomb from Randall In rhyme combats, I'll usually kick a long rap Flawless, quick to demolish any emcee without knowledge Of self like yourself. Consider this to be felt Below the belt like chickens giving brain. Insane How I can tame so many rhymes in one frame Infinite digging [?] position Life is what I'm living and living's full of decisions Decisions require vision and vision is what I'm giving The first edition: the hip hop Jordan and Pippen The hardest man working—especially when I'm flipping Study the scrolls and man*scripts like Egyptians Learned the rules to the rap game and slid my chips in Put it on the professional child from the Pennsylvanial who make the ladies say, “Ow” And all the fellows say, “Ho,” at the Lone Cat show Near you once the mic's plugged in the one, two Then it's official, so blow the whistle on the cat Faking jacks, talking ‘bout he got diamond crystals And bust pistols. You'll get thumbs down like Siskel For the whole fiscal year—it's clear That your worst enemy is fear or the end of your Career, which is next as I proceed to flex It's not a secret that my words have been the best-kept It's Lone-to-the-Cata... kid, you know the rest [Interlude 1: Misfit (of Rascalz)] What? Van City live, baby. Check this one out here [Verse 2: Misfit (of Rascalz)] Ayyo, we sizzling hot tracks. I'm riddling, the villain in The cut, slicing it up with lyrics I touch Fisticuffs, we could take it to that. In fact, no matter The weight cla**, I'll step up to the task And trail hard, calmly waiting for my time to explode Unload when I get the chance to dance with the so-called folk The thoroughbred set the pace, endurance with the race Look behind. s**ers give chase, they ain't catching a great I'll state it like it is, show you where my head at Lay a brother flat with the roundkick or the rap On some tracks for black wax now platinum plaques Mixtape DJs [?] ‘cross the map ‘Cause, in the ring or on stage, that's my bidness And what? I do my thing and never show beats forgiveness Talent to win this, heading for the Book of Guinness While you sipping, I'll be written as stupendous It's like that. You know we don't quit The dreaded fist brothers in the house. I'll be the Misfit Doing this, representing Van City from the Heart, y'all. And, what? We don't stop. It's like That, y'all. You know we don't quit. The man Misfit giving you the ultimate It's like that, y'all. You know we rock the ish From the top of the dome when we come to spit that shhh... [Verse 3: Red 1 (of Rascalz)] Ayyo, Mr. Red 1. Let me call me Mr. Red 1, yo This song locked from the bottom to the top, we Pick up the mic and rock, hit ‘em up with styles nonstop While the Sun get blocked when D.L. tape drop, and represent All elements relevant to hip hop [?] dreadlocks In your sector, selector turn it up one notch and let me Squeeze off these, off these emcees on the nuts I'll roll with the Rascal generals who don't give a f** Hands high, identify, rush that guy While you gon' talk sh** ‘cause we do what you try Yo, I'm bottomless with mine and relentless with rhyme In control and we on patrol, hold down the borderline You nah'm saying? [Outro: Red 1 (of Rascalz)] Word up. My man D.L. putting it down. Word up, figure-four. Rascalz' new album coming at y'all soon. Uh. [?]. What? Peace