Rakim - NOW IS THE TIME Lyrics

Uh, yeah
Time is now
It's time for everythin'
But more importantly
Make sure you know what time it is
There's a lot goin' on
Times is changin'

Life ain't a game but I'm winnin' (ugh)
Knowin' my opponent is death
Lovin' every minute 'til not a moment is left
Like I ain't got a moment to rest before they bury me
The goal is to be one of the best
And hope the legacy is what enormous
His performances stun him (uh-huh)
The enormous left street corners get from him
And all the chicks love him (ugh)
The author enforcin' this, demoralize, e pluribus unum
Everyday I get money, I'm good (uh-huh)
I'm still spendin' '86 money
Pull up in that new brink truck, banked-up
Soon as these dudes get caked up, they bankrupt or banged up (ugh)
Soon as they step foot on the curb
I get that love in the hood I deserve for puttin' in work (that's right)
Supply 'em like, cookin' and serve (uh-huh)
Still so good it's absurd
How I feel is hard to put it in words
Like the present time, it's hard to capture the moment
Different rules, so many different views, that's lack of focus
Food for thought, now they make food for thought (uh-huh)
The brainwashed what you was taught
Took it past and stole it
Buried truth with lies and leave it half decoded (uh-huh)
If it ain't addin' up, do the math, expose it
This division is even more complicated after COVID
I feel it's time now, don't be the last to know it

Yeah-yeah, I feel it's time now (yeah)
You see, I'm always in this classic shit
Fallin' through the hoods, I gotta climb down
I'm at the table, finish beef, I feel it's fine now
You ain't gotta worry 'bout that lil' problem
You can shine now (East side)
Been through the classic car collection, I gotta i now
Rakim in a nineties-styled Benz, I gotta hide now
My bitch got the top down, this bucket cap is flockin' now
You make that nigga lie-down
So they know me from the five, now look

Great chief and style, never be outdated
Look mama, I made it (mama) on the song with the greatest
Still rockin' the latest, been shittin' on haters
Bustin' since the '90s, been gettin' that paper
Blessed by my creater, been givin' me favors
Been runnin' through hot girls, all type of flavors
Grew up with the takers, all the movers and shakers
Allergic to you busta's, irritated by fakers
Rather die for I ever get a lost statement (never)
Just a real one-on-one, you can't replace 'em (never)
Kin' of my city, streets know what I'm 'bout (you know)
Original Hot-Boy, legend of the South
Rather die for I ever get a lost statement (never)
Just a real one-on-one, you can't replace 'em (never)
Kin' of my city, streets know what I'm 'bout (you know)
Original Hot-Boy, legend of the South

Yeah-yeah, I feel it's time now (yeah)
You see, I'm always in this classic shit
Fallin' through the hoods, I gotta climb down
I'm at the table, finish beef, I feel it's fine now
You ain't gotta worry 'bout that lil' problem
You can shine now (East side)
Been through the classic car collection, I gotta i now
Rakim in a nineties-styled Benz, I gotta hide now
My bitch got the top down, this bucket cap is flockin' now
You make that nigga lie-down
So they know me from the five, now look

Straw hat with the palm tree, Cuban plug, half Somali
He get the coke, throwin' a mil', we call those stonkeys
Costa Bayou, his name Raul, I know a sister from Hempstead
I make a pussy piss bed thread
She got a fetish, for Italy, trips to Venice
F*ckin' in the most expensive
What a moment to be alone with the master poet
Scary hour, I'm the nicest in the game (huevo)
Less showers, I wrote the nice rice rain (ah)
Bullet shell, belly chain, Chanel smell, resemble Giselle
I had the '96 Knicks fade, Stark look
Cross tattoo, Mark of Matthew
Jamaica Avenue, Jews was bad news, streets watchin'
I load the clock into Rakim
Saga Begins, teasin' the city
She listen to B.G. and Biggie, squeezin' a kitty
Huevo (ah)