This My Time

[Hook]
This my time
Everything I'm rhyming for, my heart and my soul and every part of me I be grinding for
This my time
Every time I touch the mic, I give my life day and night with every single lyric I write
(x2)

[Verse 1:Liquid Assassin]
From the moment that I got in the game
I spit it like a monster, atomic flames
Kick it from the brain like my conscience stain
I aim like a lyrical eruption bustin'
Head rush then bust like thunder crush the mic
Head up from a cut concussion then tear the booth down like mass destruction
Liquid Assassin, my game is cold
Everybody sleep on me like I'm made of foam
My music is magic, Hatian flow
But I got one question, what you hatin' for?
Push to the limit every minute I spit and [?] rippin' the gimmick deliver [?]
When I die? Not by your hands when I die. Your hands could try
Cause' when I die, its either by the hands of time, or them hands is mine
I'm living in a world where the weak ones fry
You look em' in the eye but the weak ones lie
Music a lot more than what meets the eye
My mind is so focused to complete this rhyme

[Hook]

[Verse 2:Liquid Assassin]
[?] come catch a bomb rap combat face [?] to know that
Fall back, sawed-off to saw that [?] haul ass
I was a point where I felt so low
Now I'm at the point where my rhymes are solo
Heading for the [?]
Sitting with the Colt 45 I know I visualize in my mind eyes closed
That with my time and my grind I show
That with my rhymes I shine with my flow
Everyone around me gon' feel that vibe
The passion I bleed on the beat I glide
You better believe it in the dream my time
Is only beginning to really see inclined
E's aside the rap game and crack frames
Game hit brains like base and cocaine
Don't serve my place I'll break the dope frame
Then kick the dope down like I raid the dope game
Lock on the safe
But I own the [?]
I ain't stopping, no way so you hoes can showboat
I'm copping a case of my shows and throw bowls
[?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3:Liquid Assassin]
This is my time I believe it you see it
I'm bleedin' this sees it
This industries' weak and deceased
I'm breathing relief I mean it
Release with it easing beasting
And easily eating even
Allowing these other rappers to be in my presence and speaking
You can't tell me I'm falling off
When I ain't started at all
I'm hot as Molotov, making you feel the blades like Harlem all
Haunt you like Holocaust
With bars that break shit
Leaving scars you can't fix and hawk one in your face like snake spit
Spit like snakes piss
I rip like eight pits
You cats can't say shit, I drop a diss then cakeflips
These tracks, I spray clips
[?] you laced it
This my time I can't quit
I rhyme till I vanquish

[Hook]