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