Apathy, Jadakiss, Stu Bangas - No Time to Waste Lyrics

(Sinister)

I'm a '79 baby
I grew up in the 80's, in the radius of Raiders shirts dryin' on my radiators
Tackleberry with the Ray-Ban aviators
Ronald Regan with the Star Wars space lasers
Spade players, spray shots and sprayed razors
We was eight years old, hustlin' eighth graders
Now my strength greater than the Tyson haymaker
Make your brains go haywire a day later
I'm half bionic and half man
There's footage of me flipping cop cars on dashcam
You'll probably need a body cast plus a CAT scan
Crash land on your block, treat it like a trash can
Shock the body with electrical volts
With several jolts to the bolts on the side of my throat (uh, yeah)
I'm the Frankenstein monster, stompin' out the villagers
Tryna battle dead legends, holographic images

Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering

(Let me just interject something here)
(Killing)
(You have to kill to live)
Sounds about right
Haha

Say what you say, but I don't hear it though (I don't hear it)
Nicer than niggas, but I don't wanna kill they spirits though (oh)
Yeah, I see you chasin' your dreams, keep pursuin' 'em (go 'head)
Tell a young nigga he garbage and that'll ruin him (ah)
Care about people's opinions, it mean a lot to 'em
Bullshit drip that he wearin' is just his costume (costume)
You can agree to disagree, now you an opp to him (opp)
Got you all out of your element, sendin' shots to him
Paintin' shit with the gauge, shotty art
We did heavy cardio today, one body part
Knockin' Supreme Clientele, rockin' the Wally Clarks
You'd a leave me the fuck alone, that'd be probably smart (yup)
Real niggas, see, they change rarely (never)
Messin' with these sucker niggas, see, they change daily
Don't wanna talk to 'em, want 'em nowhere near me (get outta here)
Bad for your health niggas, red meat and dairy
If we ever collide, we goin' boom (boom)
You know the cloth I'm cut from, that's called goon (yup)
They thinkin' we trippin', they ain't lyin', we on 'shrooms (haha)
'Cause you can still have a funeral, just on Zoom

Time for some murdering (yeah)
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some
Time for some
Time for some
Time for some
Time for some murdering

Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering
Time for some killing
Time for some murdering