(ALBUM: Time Ta Shine)

Verse 1: (BIG SHYS)
If ya see me in the zone just leave it alone, you
can look through my windows and see that nobody is
home. I'm a few brews short of a six pack, and I
admit that down at the spot so you can get that -
yearnin' fa the taste of sherman, got voices in
my head like herman and they told me just ta stay
low-key, sleep in the daytime and drink OE. Get to
the top make enough money ta hire that usa search,
find ya enemies 1 by 1 and hit them fuckas where
it hurts. Do a show but if the crowd is worthless,
choke on purpose look at that promoter gettin'
nervous. Catch amnesia intentionally, if the
fliers don't mention me - "but what about the
fans"? Fans wouldn't know what to do with um'
if I had um', might trip out back stage and try
ta stab um' but not the ladies cause I need them
ta make more Shys T babies, got um' foamin' at
the mouth like rabies - city ta city "the easy
prey in the club gettin' shitty"? Nah the ones
with the tinie-winie bikinis and black bennies.
Cause I'm down with that boodydoo, like when the
titties stick out more than the booty do like
tooties do. Rhythm Alga, thanks ta me smokin' a
pound up - 5.1 sound surround ya.

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I'm bound ta get um' hit um' with algorhythm,
give um' a sound that's real and wait for the
town ta feel it. Givin' it up for the people
people that wanted a sequel, sequel or maybe a
prequel algorhythm stay lethal.

Verse 2 (BIG SHYS):
1 for the treble 2 for the bass, up jumped the
boogie now please pass the dutchie. 3 for the
somethin' the rest for I don't know, cause my
brains on mush I been smokin' that hydro. Fista
pistol whip you fu-fu's pussy like pink tu-tu's,
evidence room locs, nuts, bangers, and coo-coo's
- and if ya choose ta cross paths with me, ya just
opened up a shitstorm factory. I aint the one that
ya see jumpin' round in the streets screamin'
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I aint the one home invadin' ya house killin' ya
kids & ya spouse, it aint their fault that you got
a big mouth. I'm the one that got all of my ducks
in a row, blueprint alibi tight professional.
Keepin' up appearance so nobody get suspicious,
and keep it cool wait about a year before I get
vicious, and when the time is right I send out the
invite - "ay what's up Hommie, you should come
over to my crib tonight". You aint so hard now ya
let ya guard down, they found ya bones up at
wapato park now - see I'm psycho, alfa, disco, beta
rhyme flow alorhythmic creator. Beat quantized
these bomb lines aint nuttin' short of a grammy,
that's why these suckas cant stand me.

HOOK

Verse 3 (BIG SHYS):
Fan club managers sortin' my hate mail, 350 lb
pile on the weight scale. DJ's got they panties
in a uproar, wont play my shit cause of riots in
the front row - but I aint never had a sleepless
night, and I aint puttin down the mic until I
leave this life, and that's the day that I meet
up with Jesus Christ and Eazy-E at the gate
sportin' cortez nikes. I'm the neo of this rap
shit, and I been chosen ta seek out the devilish
people and then expose um' - broadcast the truth,
re-program the youth, and I'm thinkin' about the
future when I'm up in the booth. So its all to
the good that Westcoast credential, push rap
tracks ta maximum potential. Hate it like it
accept it reject it, call it what you want but you
damn will respect it. 3 screens right in front of
my mic cause when I spit this shit I'm spittin'
it all night, and when I hit this lick im kickin;
it all night, and when I clip this spliff I'm
hittin' it all night. Lemme get my magnum Ill tag
um' a diagram, take a breath dig deep and speak
from ya diaphragm. Cartels back shiiiiiit neva
left, just didn't wanna get mixed up with none of the rest yep.

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