Time Management

Testing, testing. Test the mic? How we sound out there?
 Hope it's on. It's on? Somebody turn my mic on
 How I sound? Sound aight? Sound good out there? Better sound right
 Want y'all to hear this. Turn it up a little bit
 They gotta hear this. Gotta get this mic right
 Gotta have the levels right. Feel me. Gotta be perfect
 Gotta be crisp. One two, one two. One two, one two. Much better
 Soundin' hot now. I like that. Testing. Here we go. Uh huh
 I'm like guns smoke, floating in the air from a murder weapon
 Whistlin' wind from shots fired off in seven
 Realize inspire Gods to throw lightening out of Heaven
 I'll be standing over your body when the sound deadens
 You got loose lips
 But your music ain't tight
 I got a mean left
 You box with gay rights
 We'll tie you up to a pole so you can't take flight
 Then pummel you to death with 108 mics
 Weightless will never fall so end all resistance
 There's already way too much drama in this business
 The character assassin leaves no witnesses
 Pleading innocence
 To the judge and the jury
 Temporary insanity was the fuel behind my fury
 I threw the book at the judge and got rushed by security
 Spent 90 days in hip hop hell
 And would've still been there if Inkwell didn't post bail
 Now I'm explosive corrosive like battery acid
 Burnt plastic until this foul stench had me gaspin'
 Only Aspirin could alleviate the pain and the tension
 From writin' all my rhymes in three dimensions
 While all the writers only occupy a single plain of existence
 My imagery goes beyond simple bottles of Hennessy
 Deciphering the mysteries of history
 But these A&R's got me feelin' trapped like that movie Misery
 Nothing but time on my hands
 That's all I got
 My hands guided by the divine to write scriptures
 For my listeners
 It holds short attention spans prisoner
 This probably ain't the first Greenhouse song they ever heard
 It's cool if they know all the beats but don't know the words
 But if they knowin' all the words but they still don't know the title
 They probably downloaded it and didn't get it from my crew
 Makin' it hard for me to flourish
 And with this pop hip hop it's hard not to be discouraged
 By these MC's without identities
 Soundin' miscellaneous
 Enter my vicinity
 Attack is instantaneous
 Cold and calculated my life like chess
 So every move I make means one piece less
 Through self mastery
 I relieve stress
 And reinforce what it really means to be the best
 Then I
 Scribe lines with the energy of sex and let
 Raps caress tracks like fat ass and breasts
 Feelin'
 Then need to write, plant the seeds of life
 Greenhouse procreates with every song we make
 MC's takin' my CD home to imitate my genome
 Nine months later my seed is sown
 You took biting to the point that your teeth cracked
 I can see it in your smile
 You got platinum plaque
 But that's my style dawg I gotta have it back
 Point blank, no lie I'll make sure we handle that
 Nothin' but time on my hands
 Time
 Nothin' but time on my hands