Its About That Time

Death clock Tick

Tock smokin like a cigarette

Every minute, every hour,

every day

You mind goes flip flop

Nothing but a silhouette

Ain't it funny how time slips away?

(Rap by THE PRIME ARTIST Russell Jordan)

It's about that time

to stop the clock

If you're ready to roll

Let's rock the block

Time moved on slowly

in my mind in the morning

In the afternoon my body

shuts down

Give me wine, women and song

And I'll party all night long

Let it all blow to the

muthafucking dawn.

Been down so goddam long

It looks like up to me

Here's some words of advice

from a man who's had little

advice all his life,

If you wanna go out on Saturday

night and listen to the

music and the bright lights

There's one or two things

you should do...

First get your head on

straight, get it buttoned

up the back. Zip up your

pants and start walking on

downtown, and when you get

downtown say hello to the

nicest looking girl you see

and say "hey baby, have you

ever been to the Galapagos?

You know they've got lizards

there that ain't got no eyes"

and if she says "well that

comes to me as no surprise"

you say "hey, why don't we

sh-shuffle on down to say

listen to old LSD, playing

that drum and bass for just

you and me" I'm sure her eyes'll

just light up and she'll

say "let's go over a partay"