Lyrics of 'No Time For Y'all' by Dirty Heads

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I got no time for y'all we got to keep movin yeah, I got to move on move on from here yeah. I got no time for y'all we got to keep movin yeah, I got to move on move on from here yeah.

Im droppin beats nice and mellow meet ya I say hello, apon the microphone I got the fellas sayin well uh damn yo this boy come shockin and no I dont stop until im done rockin so yo just sit back and relax for a bit ill spit my shit then I quit light the biz then I rip it, im high as can be the true Duddy B and all y'all can see we comin irie yeah

Im gonna stack my blues upon the very highest shelf, yo stay true to my friends and get wise with myself, cuz im impaired with despair at all you sucka MC's, so be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight like dungarees. And get this cheese like cheddar, drop the fake act and grab these beats that be better, cuz ill be breakin fools with molecules and lots of juice yeah neck of the noose im letting it loose yo, when you turn purple get out my circle if you got that shit that be commercial cuz I found your sound just be the other way around you tryin to be underground but you floatin on the surface with no purpose in your verses drop the mic so you can jerk it. Can it be the MC rockin under canopies insanity has banned me from rockin independently its enemy the penitentiaries offensively. Cuz I love music, I choose don't abuse never lose it when I bruise it, so don't lyrically shoot cuz you know you're gonna miss, you say you get more pussy than a gynecologist, I know you would lonely if it wasn't for your fist, you asked me how I got so dope lots of prac-a-prac-a-pracatice

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Well buenos noches steppin on fools like cock-a-roaches ill be calling plays like some fucking football coaches, falling to sleep because I know your shit is boring. Cut you so hard you straight up need some neosporin, said im raining on your head because yo my shit is pouring, your eyes get dilated cuz all you kids is faded, I need to be sedated like my main man Duddy B, sick to your stomach when you find an ill MC with the symphony the illest infantry drop shit down for your century the illest penalty said I know im hard to see I kill myself and leave my entity but jump up off a track like a cricket make it jimeny original sentinel head bob four star general, I find mine with my tentacle my rhyme styles identical to none, you bite me end up like your grandfather straight chewing with your gums. Its the DJ selector coming hard on the record with the effort for effect DJ science break your neck when tongues twist syllables trip out lips that make hits, never leave you unfulfilled like a hooker with one tit, a group with one hit getting loose of one sip, we the sunshine MC's so I think you best to quit. Yes I think its time to quit, yo you know you best to quit, I said I think its time to quit y'all

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