I Got No Time

[Chorus: Duddy B]
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah.

[Verse 1: Duddy B]
I'm droppin beats, nice and mellow
Meet you, I say hello
Jump on the microphone
I got the fellas sayin' well, uh
Damn, yo this boy come shockin'
And no, I don't stop until I'm done rockin'
So yo, just sit back and relax for a bit
I'll spit my shit then I quit
Like the biz, then I rip it
I'm high as can be, the true Duddy B
And all can see we comin' irie, yeah, yeah
Yeah, irie, yeah, yeah
Yeah, irie.

[Verse 2: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*]
I'm on a stag, my booze up on the very highest shelf
(Yo, stay true to my friends and get wise with myself)
Cause I'm impaired with despair at all you sucker MCs
(So be yourself and flow with ease
And keep it tight like Dungarees)
And get this cheese like cheddar
(Drop the fake act and grab these beats that be better)
'Cause I be breakin' fools
With molecules and lots of juice
Your neck in the noose, I'm lettin it loose, yo
(When you turn purple, get out my circle
If you got that shit that be commercial)
'Cause I found ya sound, just be the other way around
(You're 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 is banning me from rappin' independently*
And sending me to penitentiaries offensively
(Cause I love music), I chose it, don't abuse it
Never lose it when I bruise it
(So don't lyrically shoot, cause you know you're gonna miss)
You say you get more pussy than a gynecologist
(I know you would be lonely if it wasn't for your fist)
You asked me how I got dope
I said lots of prac-a-prac-a-tice.

[Chorus: Duddy B]
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah.

[Verse 3: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*]
Well, buenos noches
Steppin' on fools like cockroaches
I be callin' plays like some fuckin' football coaches
Fallin' asleep because I know your shit is boring
Cut you so hard, you'll straight up need some Neosporin
Said I'm raining on your head, because yo, my shit is pourin'
Your eyes get dilated cause all your hits is faded
I need to be sedated like my main man Dutty B
Sick to your stomach when you find an ill MC
With the symphony, the illest infantry
Drops you down for the century
The illest penalty
Said I know I'm hard to see
I kill myself, but leave my entity
But jump up off a track like a cricket
Make it Jiminy
Original citadel, head bob
Four star general
I find mine with my tentacle
My rhyme style's identical to none
You bite me, end up like your grandfather
Straight chewin' with your gums
It's the DJ selector
Comin' hard on the record with the effort, full effect
DJ science, break your neck when tongues twist syllables
Trick our lips to make hits
Never leave you unfulfilled like a hooker with one tit
A group with one hit
Gettin' loose off one sip
We the sunshine MCs
So I think you best to quit
(Yes, I think it's time to quit)
Yo, you know you it's best to quit
*Yes, I think it's time to quit, yo*.

[Chorus: Duddy B]
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah
I got no time for y'all
We got to keep movin', yeah
I've got to move on, move on from here, yeah.