the lack of time leads me back to a time
of utter frustration/clip cock and click clack the nine
so fast i rush around, hardly touch the ground
just seem to float above it -- but now
im pressed for time again, writin rhymes with pens
as fast as possible but always tryin to catch
up to infinity but it seems impossible
unattainable goals that ive deemed improbable
hyper tensions got a hold of me, try to lessen its hold on me
if i had a chance, maybe i could learn this lesson properly
not sure what it teaches, i can only learn in pieces
it fuckin drives me crazy, it burns -- the feeling
is very unplesant, its scary when pressin
on my chest its terrible, the less the merrier
but youre palsy dude if you think ill fall you
need to check yourself ill win, i always do

got lots to accomplish but im pressed for time
cleanin out my shit list and youre next in line
dressed to the nines i might sex your wife
my quest for life keeps you blessed with rhymes

clocks and watches they seem to watch me
restrained by time hard to breathe, no stopping
this shit that limits us and our time on earth
and the stopwatch's is started from your first cry at birth
if you try it hurts but you got to try harder
you got to run around frantic like the fuckin firestarter
if youre not organized time can get away from ya
if you waste it your dumb cause the day's taken from ya, 
fuck time -- ill kick its ass
like a CPU i'll multi, im sick with tasks
times the enemy, procrastination its weapon
dont fuck around, move fast or your wastin, you messed up
keep at it lazy fuck cause time wont wait
think your punctual but find your more late
ten things to do you got nine more/eight
more seven more six more five dont waste (no time!)

ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
time and life wasted, burn in hell in full flames
pull away and try to break away from times constraints
pine away sulking or better yet try to find a way
another way to do your thing, you the king
i could lie to your face because we both know the truth stings
to be honest i can see you are locked into a wasted life
wasted time , in your face i can find it, i see it in your eyes
you got to make an effort its a stuggle no question
its a cross to bear, like lumber thats pressin
into your back you got to carry it and press on
its scary but step on your enemies and rep hard
i wont let time slow me or mow me down
ill continue to be flowing and throwing down
slit your neck with a knife, im a rep for life
i got hours to borrow, never pressed for time

