Running Out Of Time

Flame to the fuse, news on the wire Walking on the water while I'm playing with the fire Cold-blooded creature, preacher for the profit If the bag got a leak, you know I gotta block it. Money talk fluent, speak it like a native Every single line that I drop, creative Pockets got the mumps, swole up, heavy Rolling down the block in a classic black Chevy. Biting on my flow? Better go and get a dentist Every time I step up to the mic, I'm a menace Pencil in the sharpener, point always lethal Doing big numbers, I ain't average or equal. Hot as a fever, cold as a blizzard Lyrical wizard, mind like a scissor Cut through the noise, stack paper to the light Bite like a bulldog, barking in the night. ​(Chorus) No sleep, no break, heavy on the gas line Every time I spit, yeah, I'm taking what is mine! No map, no guide, running through the stop sign Standing on the corner, living on the frontline! No sleep, no break, heavy on the gas line Watch 'em try to catch up, running out of time! ​(Verse 2) Look— Green in my pocket got me looking like a Martian Writing out the ledger, filling up the margin Paper long, folded up, thick like a textbook Give 'em one line, got the whole city hooked. I don't need a key, I just kick the door down Turn the volume up, shaking up the town Chop the beat up like a chef with a cleaver Turn a cold room to an absolute fever. They play for the clout, I play for the cash Turn a little spark to a pile of ash Mind like a trap, memory like an elephant Everything they talking 'bout is completely irrelevant. Step in the arena, cleaner than a whistle Wordplay sharp, yeah, hitting like a missile Twist 'em in a pretzel, leave 'em on the curb You can hear the actual danger in the verb. ​(Chorus) No sleep, no break, heavy on the gas line Every time I spit, yeah, I'm taking what is mine! No map, no guide, running through the stop sign Standing on the corner, living on the frontline! No sleep, no break, heavy on the gas line Watch 'em try to catch up, running out of time! ​(Verse 3) (Fast flow, rapid-fire delivery) Yeah— Clock tick, time fly, money don't pause Out here breaking every single one of their laws Got the engine roaring like a lion in a cage Ripping out the chapter, turning over the page. Two-tone paint job, sub in the floor Give 'em ten bars, then they begging for some more Cold with the cadence, hot with the delivery Every single bar make the competition shiver-y. No cap, no front, keep it strictly raw Lawyer in the lobby 'cause I'm breaking down the law Stamp it on the pavement, sign it in the ink I don't even stutter, I don't even blink. ​