Show Time ft. Don Mykel Lyrics

Yeah you know what time it is

I know you been patiently waiting

The time is now

7 Days a week we been working

Don Mykel the lyrical mastermind

Mal in here

From the 212 to the 864 stand up

You ain't never swam waters

With a great white, shake dice

Taking block orders on a late night

Early in the morning

She can take pipe

Face like Riri

Ass like Jay wife, yeah

She know I'm a monster, I conquer

Flight risk

Before you let it fly

You should ponder, hmm

Don't sweat me

Sweat sonas

The lord stress nada

You force flex

I couldn't afford rest

Scorch flesh

I'm more or less fond of it

Writing history

Pressed of the 4 next sagas

My vortex, spin and I call next

Winner better stall next

And then I score, stretch yes

It's the Don keep calm

When I'm on scene

Palm full of morphine

I can make 'em all feigns

Raw make the dog gleam

Karma make her gall bleed, yeah

Wait, karma make her gall bleed

You ain't never saw a king

Couldn't move accordingly

My bless is cordially

Split percentage with the 4 of me

The rest is forgery

Manifested like its sorcery

Your best is boring to me

Your not progressing

To my cores reach

Reshape the game in my hands

Like its pottery

Left blood stains

I don't dance

But I ain't Carti B

Get a face tat and call it artistry

Taught to stay strapped

When shit gets startling

Been to hell and back

It ain't too far to me

Tell me, where we at?

In the 864

Tell me, where we at?

In the 864

Tell me, where we at?

In the 864

Tell me, where we at?

In the 864

People telling me

My conscious yells at me

When I sleep

I breathe melodies

With speed, intelligence

I'm a beast

A young shepherd, I feast

Amongst helping the sheep

My one weapon my speech

Could numb reverends

Read Qur'ans, everything's a breach

Deploy seven men

The war will never end

Capiche? Its settled then

Peddling in the streets with no apostles

Hostile veteran

One night stands

Then they dead to me

Like my Instagram

I administer, the finisher

Rope 'em like the clans in Virginia

Send a minister

To readminister

The same ole type of views

That they've been swindling

Might need some Ritalin

To help me benefit

I'm going hard

Even scrimmaging

It's been centuries

With no empathy

For our people, public enemies

I blame the Hennessy

The Penitentiaries

Corporations matching synergies

With plans of ending me

I do this independently

I bring that energy up

Tell me, where we at?

In the 864

Tell me, where we at?

In the 864

Tell me, where we at?

In the 864

Tell me, where we at?

In the 864

We tried to warn you

We want to thank you for rocking with us

It's far from over

Don Mykel did his thing

Malcolm did his thing

Be on the look out for the next one

Like I said

We working 7 days a week no sleep

Tell me who do it like us?

I'll wait