No Time to Waste

[Intro] Sinister [Verse 1: Apathy] I'm a '79 baby, I grew up in the '80s in the radius of Raiders shirts dryin' on my radiators Tackleberry with the Ray-Ban aviators Ronald Reagan 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 my 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 I'm the Frankеnstein monster, stompin' out the villagеs Tryna battle dead legends, holographic images [Chorus] 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 [Interlude: Jadakiss] Let me just interject something here Killing You have to kill to live Sounds about right Haha [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Say what you say, but I don't hear it though Nicer than niggas, but I don't wanna kill they spirits though Yeah, I see you chasin' your dreams, keep pursuin' 'em Tell a young nigga he garbage and that'll ruin him Care about people's opinions, it mean a lot to 'em Bullshit drip that he wearin' is just his costume You can agree to disagree, now you an opp to him 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 to leave me the fuck alone, that'd be probably smart Real niggas, see, they change rarely Messin' with these sucker niggas, see, they change daily Don't wanna talk to 'em, want 'em nowhere near me Bad for your health niggas, red meat and dairy If we ever collide, we goin' boom You know the cloth I'm cut from, that's called goon They thinkin' we trippin', they ain't lyin', we on shrooms But you can still have a funeral, just on Zoom [Chorus] 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 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