What time is it?

Yo, Ev-G, what time is it?

YO

Start the clock countdown the seconds

Calm yourselves then pass out the rations

Farm or not we remain here planted

In caskets make it all stop because we've had it

I think of the horror seething seasoned in greed

Another weeping willow left bleeding in the breeze

Like a shiver, the cold breath of winter

Running down your neck like the sweat from a sprinter

I eat rhymes for dinner, philosophy for dessert

Mind delivers the images till l trip and hit the dirt

I miss the hurt, i miss the pain of loving

Shoving to the front just to let em know I'm coming

I’m running and jumping ducking and diving

Arriving at the show down nine lives and still smiling

Grab a hold and blow until the flame goes out and

Put a torch to every single thing I ever wrote down

I gotta stay on top of this apocalypse to stop a fist

And drop the hits on modern kids who bother with this columnist

I try to dissect matter to shatter the chatter and batter rappers

That get full off my pen and ink platters

I think it matters to me that I speak to splatter the weak

And i lift my stamina's peak rapping over sick beats

From the second she sent me the message to let me know

She left me alone i let it be known I'm sending a clone

Start the clock countdown the seconds

Arm yourselves then hand out the weapons

Calm or not we’re no longer passive

In caskets make it all stop before we blast shit

I send her a letter littered with letters that better

Let her know I'm veteran to these sensitive poems

Plotting overthrow in the comfort of my own home

Plan focused on the senators home throne

I’m in it to win it second to minute to minute

Slip up and your finished pwnd at your own game of cribbage

Sinning is winning ahead in the seventh inning

It’s pin heads pretty pin ups steadily levitating

Making millions of little tiny skin cuts

Piss drunk playing in the rain with your lips shut

Four stroke shock paddles get you going quick

Annoyed at how your peers treat you now they know your going limp

When your lips are loose you get to pick and choose

Whether you win or lose make sure you get the goose

And grin and bare it tiger blood winning champion

Spinning madly waxing moon fishing crappy

Backwards in my chair pissing tragedy

On everyone who cares all of the sudden we feel bad to leave?

The damage to our planet we've caused is sheer madness

We eat shit fuck like a bunch of rabid rabbits

Sit down and think about it for a minute

Is this what you gotta do in order to win it?

Belligerent bricks bashing brass bullet babies

Desperately craving depraved tactical cravings

Setup late in the situation room

This vacation doomed economic inflation too soon

And then it pops!

Kaboom!

No one left to swoon

Or watch the clock counts down our doom

Start the clock countdown the seconds

Calm yourselves then pass out the rations

Start the clock countdown the seconds

Arm yourselves then hand out the weapons

Start the clock countdown the seconds

Arm yourselves then hand out the weapons

Calm or not we’re no longer passive

In caskets make it all stop before we blast shit

I compose these grammatical flows

To batter my foes and shatter my woes

With sporadical prose we scatter the bones

Then smoke hysterical bowls of cannabis oils

And other exotic chaotic mind antibiotics

Our own people they try to slow us

Play chance like we're dice and they roll us

Throw us to the dogs like a little bit of table scrap

And they gonna keep on doing it till we take this cradle back

Start the clock countdown the seconds

Arm yourselves then hand out the weapons

Calm or not we’re no longer passive

In caskets make it all stop before we blast shit