Pete:

current physicists tell us time doesn’t really exist they must live in Manhattan / but it’s a theory that I’d like to believe ‘cause it means my career’s already crackin’ / they make the point time’s a construct of man to help us navigate events that happen / in that case I’d like to thank Brian Greene for making all my future records go platinum

it’s about time space beats and crew / it’s about a minute ‘til my whole life’s through / it’s about the seconds that we pass through / now do you have the time or does time have you?

X-Kid:

borrowed time is never empty / internet connected smpte codes / cock, reload then expand now we explode / through time restraints restrictions / stickin’ to my convictions / switchin’ changing position relinquish wicked religions / operated like a digital clock tickin’ (conflicting decisions) / the true meaning of life is hidden / nothing’s forgiven deadlines there’s no relenting / my ego has risen / radioactive emissions in my transmissions / I’m floatin’ thru stars shining / burnin’ I’m earthbound / designing maps of urban compounds / my street sounds gaining momentum beatin’ the shot clock / I’m on block watch / top notch heavy handed, harder than hard rock / day to day livin’ is rough enough / traffic never movin’ steady congested up (pick it up) / pace quickens, capitalism, the plot thickens / am I runnin’ out of time? / who knows? / my mission’s spittin’ venomous sound bytes at mic fiends / strictly diggin’ chicks with tight jeans / I write things ahead of my time / igniting schemes I’m ice cream reliving the dream / until the ends justifying the means

it’s about time…

Pete:

had about two months to make an album now I’m up against the deadline / grindin’, hittin’ the redline up six hours past my bed time / I guess I’m stressed by the need to be making beats / hittin the streets for inspiration ain’t no break for my achin’ feet / takin’ a leak / maybe eat but I won’t sleep for weeks / pissed off most of my friends because I flake out when we plan to meet / like I’ve been stressed since KRS said Shan is weak / but I’ve got standards that I just can’t stand to cheat / it takes me hands and feet to count my worries as I hurry from place to place to show my face / haste makes waste they say but if you ask me haste is what it takes so I smooth dip in the party late and leave early without a trace / face facts I make raps and it takes that drive to stay alive while others lay down like a placemat / haystacks ain’t got nothing on the rap game where m.c.s are the straw and the needle is the fame / but all the same sometimes I find my pen out of rhymes / and the city hits me in that way that leaves me out of my mind / but it brings me peace when I feast my eyes on New York streets at least once I know the record’s released

it’s about time…