Time Travel (Matt Coban) Afraid of asking where were going Can't hang on to this moment anymore I felt you along the way, couldn't breathe till it was
organized rhyme Kickin' def tempos that I design And if you can't hear'em thats such a crime You better wash your dirty ears with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel
nigga Where the cabbage at? Gudda Gudda muthafucker there'll be nothin' after that I'm bout to go HAM on this muthafucking track In fact I'm better than a lot of niggas better
the time in my life when I was findin' me Sittin' in the spot with the dimes Willin' to do anything just to be a Bad Boy at the time Then I rolled the
meet on the streets speak of true love, Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they better get goin' Out of
you meet on the street speak of true love Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home One of these days they know they better be goin' Out of
's still in me We all move in search of stability Sweet dreams, mama it's reality Times I stand out like a balcony In a material world full of fallacies
fed me nothing but sauer kraut Until I was twenty-six and a half years old That's when I swore that someday, Someday I would get outta that basement And travel
spinach, and keep blazing You better be careful where you go You better be careful what you do You better be careful who you choose You better be
Whenever you're ready to go they get cut Rappin' at the same time, slang our stuff Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh. Perfection connection One mo time
internationnally acclaimed 'Around the world Revue' entitled 'Around the world in 80 ways!' And now, he-e-e-ere's Vicki!! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Around the world
and I'm Spit In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps and people that travel at the speed of need Never agree with the ways of the world Cats say anything
dug in the crates I dug in my nose and picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time to waste, I'm hip... don't even trip to an easy travel agent
my life Girl, can I be real? I just wanna feel on your booty, that's not a big deal Shawty, you drinkin' on that Martini I wanna see you in a bikini Or better
dug in the crates, I dug in my nose And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time To waste, I'm hip... don't even trip To an easy travel agent now
you guys She make you look so bad, I bet you want a disguise I knew the day and time would come When she went out in the world and had to find her one
alone Leave me alone, never leave me alone Never leave me alone I've traveled so many places I've seen so many faces And there were times I didn't think
