Time Machine - Sweatshop Union

Couldn’t find a way to live for today

Now I live for tomorrow

Got a hand full of stones

And a hand full of sorrow

Baby got a bug

Got a buck I can borrow

Give it back if I can

If I can’t ima owe ya

You know im gona owe ya

Be nice if the vagabond

Girls get for ya

Cleaner than ammonia

Sicker than pneumonia

Never let em on ya

The tax man will phone ya

I’m a soul that romps with the loaners

Never been a poser known to cut corners

The new order opposite of colder

Hotter than a brother with a group of other soldiers

Soul of a golding Godsmith

Not as he is now I

Vinnies not Vince sold to the highest bid

No peace offerings

Warlord warlord

Born in a old street auction

Traded for a record and some new stock options

Pop got me then when he was like hoppin

Warlord warlord

I’m the name that the gods want to claim

When they come to bring fame put the truth in the game

We the few that remain with the view thats the same

As back in the day

The party in the park ey

Your head gets bumpin

The beat is clean

I got to bring it back I am your time machine

I show you somethin

You ain’t seen

I got to bring it back I am your time machine

Everybody in the party say (ey)

Everybody in the party say (ohh)

Everybody in the party say (ey)

Everybody in the party say (ohh)

Your head gets bumpin

(Warlord)

Yesterday oh yesterday

What they do today will take your breath away

Remember Saturday it’s a Saturday

A smooth operator Big Daddy K

Bring it back

I do I do

Who bring it back

My crew my crew

Sweatshop U with a new set of rules

Understand i’m in the center of the epicenter

When I enter on the entertainer inovatin better than your

Plain Jane condescending corny and i’m kinda endin

Everything you do

Everything is true

Kids step aside let the King glide through

I’m a size 10 shoe

You can take a walk in em if you want to

But you better have rhythm enough

And no it isn’t enough

To say you tough

With jism it’s nuts

'Cause that sucks sucka

You ain’t sayin nothin sucka

I ain’t even playin with these stupid

Motha fuckers

Back to the fact that the basement is back

And the base is the backbone of the boom bat

But we move raps over the tune of new tracks

From the future I present the past I move back

Your head gets bumpin

The beat is clean

I got to bring it back i am your time machine

I show you somethin

You ain’t seen

I got to bring it back i am your time machine

Everybody in the party say (ey)

Everybody in the party say (ohh)

Everybody in the party say (eyy)

Everybody in the party say (ohh)

Your head gets bumpin

Warlord