Sweatshop Union - Time Machine lyrics

Couldn't find a way to live for today Now I live for tomorrow Got a hand full of stones And a hand full of sorrow Baby got a bug Got a buck I can borrow Give it back if I can If I can't ima owe ya You know im gona owe ya Be nice if the vagabond Girls get for ya Cleaner than ammonia Sicker than pneumonia Never let em on ya The tax man will phone ya I'm a soul that romps with the loaners Never been a poser known to cut corners The new order opposite of colder Hotter than a brother with a group of other soldiers Soul of a golding Godsmith Not as he is now I Vinnies not Vince sold to the highest bid No peace offerings Warlord warlord Born in a old street auction Traded for a record and some new stock options Pop got me then when he was like hoppin Warlord warlord I'm the name that the gods want to claim When they come to bring fame put the truth in the game We the few that remain with the view thats the same As back in the day The party in the park ey [Chorus] Your head gets bumpin The beat is clean I got to bring it back I am your time machine I show you somethin You ain't seen I got to bring it back I am your time machine Everybody in the party say (ey) Everybody in the party say (ohh) Everybody in the party say (ey) Everybody in the party say (ohh) Your head gets bumpin (Warlord) Yesterday oh yesterday What they do today will take your breath away Remember Saturday it's a Saturday A smooth operator Big Daddy K Bring it back I do I do Who bring it back My crew my crew Sweatshop U with a new set of rules Understand i'm in the center of the epicenter When I enter on the entertainer inovatin better than your Plain Jane condescending corny and i'm kinda endin Everything you do Everything is true Kids step aside let the King glide through I'm a size 10 shoe You can take a walk in em if you want to But you better have rhythm enough And no it isn't enough To say you tough With jism it's nuts 'Cause that s**s s**a You ain't sayin nothin s**a I ain't even playin with these stupid Motha f**ers Back to the fact that the basement is back And the base is the backbone of the boom bat But we move raps over the tune of new tracks From the future I present the past I move back [Chorus] Your head gets bumpin The beat is clean I got to bring it back i am your time machine I show you somethin You ain't seen I got to bring it back i am your time machine Everybody in the party say (ey) Everybody in the party say (ohh) Everybody in the party say (eyy) Everybody in the party say (ohh) Your head gets bumpin Warlord