Father Time

Don't think about it just do it
I'm your daddy, son

[Verse 1: Big Gipp]
Gipp the patriot, the founder, the forefather
Initiator, the forebearer, your predecessor
The architect and now author, I spawned you son
And formed you on. better yet your clergy mon
Used to stick your chest out son cause I was your father
Gave you pride about the southside cause I was your father
Use to listen to the tape pop and roll your quarter
Let me slow down and state some fact
I put chrome in my mouth they used to call me Jaws
I'm in the 84 Lac with the butterfly doors
Dungeon Family 100 deep when we in the street
Who you think your big brothers them wanted to be?

[Verse 2: Khujo]
Influenced by few, but I've inspired many
Trapasaurus Rex Prime Minister with the semi
Set the standard for grimy intellectual niggas
Southern realistic flow, special delivery
Boys killing me, ain't nothing new under the sun
Sit back listen I tell you how the south was won
With big guns, deep pockets and hard heads
Soft white box Chevy gold grills and dreads
Never scared raised the bar while you tucked your tail
Goodie Mob, Illuminati? pssss What the hell?
If anything why you put your ass up on game
Gave you food for your soul and nourished your brain

[Verse 3: T-Mo]
My significance brings purpose when I'm nervous
I remember the snow was falling in December as I mashed to make the Winter
As I notice a similar pattern
Of different characters in the matrix they were learning
I'm your papi I'm the reason you were rapping
I got no time for napping you still off in the trap and
You asking me what happened
The music ain't the same
We opened up your brains and we go back to the pains
The facts still remains we gave away the game
Our records helped you train
Then we got you through the pain
And we stayed off in our lane
And we made it out the rain
We're artist, we're teachers
We're leaders, we're soldiers, we fathers

[Verse 4: CeeLo Green]
I contemplated completely killing my son
If I can't cut the cancer out they're stealing my son
To lay down my own life I am willing my son
Yeah I remember smiling when I caught him stealing my gun
Before I started building my son I was stealing for crumb
Couldn't tell the difference on how I was feeling from numb
The four walls, the floor and the ceiling were slung
And right outside the front door the kids were killing for fun
And he had the room with the view
And a couple of times he saw his daddy go outside and have some fun too
But let's be clear I'm not your peer listen here
I am harder, I'm smarter, I'm Sparta
I am your father