Now is the time
Traduction: The Crystal Method. Now Is the Time.
with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game" Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse? This dude is the truth, now
is beyond reach And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent beer Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is
is beyond reach And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist This is twenty percent skill Eighty percent fear Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is
they could fuck wit this Dunn [Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck [*cop's walkie talkie is heard*] [Raekwon] Mike's was crystal
ten [Outro: Raekwon and Tekitha] Now what my man is trying to tell y'all Is that across the whole globe (you can never) The murder rates is increasin
[Prevail] dukes in my horizon pass the time of day with me dukes in my horizon pass the time of day with me dukes in my horizon pass the time of day
a melody... (yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal) I don't want to hear the good time is coming.. Don't want
him 'fore, Ol' Dirt Bastard. I call him JESUS! There's no obstacles that you have to jump. There's no walls that you have to climb. This is real! This is
the Chef apron My thing hold down the play-pen And say the nursery rhymes they makin Come on now Shits too real Fuck you and now your man feel Time don
'all, at twelve ten Now what my man is trying to tell y'all Is that across the whole globe (You can never) The murder rates is increasin', and we decreasin
is the soul OL' DIRTY BASTARD LYRICS: What two motherfuckers invented Is the craziest nigger Ever been invented Most know him for The Ol' Dirty Bastard I call him Jesus (Jesus, Jesus) There is
wrote, his will is beyond reach And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is
to know Where I got to go Here it comes now The sound you hear Crystal clear Is the sound of fear The sound of dying, dying Right to a fault Methodic
Chef apron My thing hold down the play-pen And say the nursery rhymes they makin Come on now Shits too real Fuck you and now your man feel Time don't