[Verse 1: Gianni Dolo (AKA MC Scott)]
In search for directions, my thoughts reflecting
On who watches those cops ain't protecting
Globe full of government probe, mind-dissecting
AIDS infecting freaks, streets infested
Worldwide, home is where my head last rested
A traveling man, I've seen it all, no question
Peep the situation first, then give my assessment
A lesson well-learned worth more than stock investments
Rock testaments backed up by instruments
Intended for city kids in twelve-story tenements
Stay forever bent, weed smoke is the evidence
Without it, aggression levels on a low tolerance
Hoes swallowing my semen, dream they're pregnant
Little cats who fiend for televised segments
Gianni's a legend, so seize the half-stepping
I represent the god you pray to like a reverend
[Chorus]
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back to life, back to reality
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back to life, back to reality
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back
[Verse 2: Rasul Allah]
Talk the talk, raised in the most ancient of arts
Separate place to assort, serenades in the yard
“Pleso Resort is amazing" I thought
Many ways we've been taught in the caves of New York
DJs in the parks, uh huh
Crossfades with the smarts, portrays of the art. At times
My mind just parades with the sharks
Investigating reports, bullets spraying in the dark
Grenades that embark, rainy days on the court when slaves
Like us fought for the stage of the sport
Empty the agony that weighs in my heart
Before my soul lays in the shades of the chalk
Blaze, rip apart fake flaves that you bark (Uh huh)
Praise your lord and the names that you bought
Words display, ricochets in my thoughts
We've been blazed from the start (Bitch), uh huh
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back to life, back to reality
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back to life, back to reality
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back
[Verse 3: Gianni Dolo (AKA MC Scott)]
Yo, tell me this:
How you gonna listen when you always talking?
Walking a different walk than the one that you barking
This land's scorched, and some men land in a coffin
For their dough and the clothes they be sporting
Pass the Gordon's, get wet like it's pouring
Amazing, Blazing like scores in Portland
As Gordon Scott, got whores in Boston
Forcing me to go long like I'm Johnnie Morton
[Verse 4: Rasul Allah]
Yeah, yeah
Explosives in tune with mysterious forces
The Olympic mind games, who's carrying torches?
I'm in a cell for ulterior motives
But focused, reciting my theories to roaches
Eyes fantasize through the weary emotions
Hearing whispers of Moses, metamorphoses
I wrote this, and librarians noticed
Even motherfucking cyclopedias quote this
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back to life, back to reality
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back to life, back to reality
Take your time, don't rush the clock
Bring it back
[Outro]
Big D, take your time (Check it)
Providence, take your time
Chosen Few, take your time
Dungeon Masters, take your time
Star I, take your time
My man Saiku, take your time
Afrob, take your time
My boy Curse, take your time
Trifling, take your time
KMC, take your time
Matt Stevens, take your time
Specialist, take your time (You know who else, yo)
Phantom Black, take your time
Sleepwalker, take your time (Yeah)
Metaphysics, take your time (Come on)
Willy the Greek, take your time
KKS, take your time
[?] take your time
My momma, take your time