Artist: A.I.G.
Album:  Fame Labs Presents
Song:   Time to Eat
Typed by: Cno Evil

[AllahWise]
It's time to sit down and eat, still grinding the street
Grinding my teeth, like I'm grinding on ground meat
And still run around with heat, hit ya head, down in defeat
Guard the nigga, banging the beat
Now I'm written and produced, mix like liquor and juice
I took one toke, gave me a boost, I let it loose
Scratch like a pit off the chain, came to shit on the game
The shit change, God, shit ain't the same
Rap rich niggas did it for fame, but whose to blame, when
A hand full of rappers slain in the picture frame
Shit I got a list of names, I ain't playing
You get extorted, shot and killed for not paying
Man fuck what the media saying, we in the bush, laying
Bullets is spraying, duck'll get ya wig pushed way in
Poly with pop, shine ya shoes and doo-rag socks
Show me how it used to box, roll pap' on the spot
Before you sold dope and crack on the block
And got knocked and did time like a clock
And came home, saw new faces, way grown
Keeping up with the Jones, clappin' the chrome
Fuck, rapping on the microphone
Man they wanna crack the dome, til they shatter the bone
Catch you alone, snatch everything you own
Dead you, dial tone, days of Al Capone
Nicky Bonds sold bricks of heroin
I saw fiends stick in they arm, got higher than a sticky tron

[Chorus: Darkim Be Allah]
Son, I got shit on my mind, ain't got time to breath
You talk tough, but niggas be, dying every day
Wise man play the part of a fool, and then stop...

[AllahWise]
You were standing too close to the edge, I told my little man
Hold ya head, amazed by the pimp talk
Walk like I had a rope leg, we both broke bread
Sat at the table and ate, like two big grown mans
Lickin' the plate, there's eight ways to split a cake
Look at how much we can make, without duckin' the jakes
Holding a rusty knife, cutting the steak
Like Hammer, made a fucking mistake, hustling
In another state of mind, we grind, wake up on time
What we do they might say is a crime, you know they all lying
Caught them niggas dropping a dime, you just a rapper
Try'nna pop big bottles of wine, you crossed the border line
Evicted it all in my mind, I didn't piss, make this
Part of a rhyme, so you can get back, lost in shine
Knowing it's hard to find this marvelous design
My duty is to teach the young, cuz the streets is the slums
Eating crumb, who the fuck wanna be a bum
Make you wanna reach for my gun, cuz where I'm from
Niggas try'nna cop more than one, cuz we ain't got none

[Chorus: Darkim Be Allah]
Son, I got shit on my mind, ain't got time to breath
You talk tough, but niggas be, dying every day
Wise man play the part of a fool, and then stop
Had a dream I saw Wise with that old school bop
Hip hop, can touch me, grab feels copped on Broadway
Type that clock sales in the highway
Do it in the street like tax free money, fuck the poor way
Twenty-four, seven, like every day, all day