Tim Cheks - Time Is Up

Tim Cheks, you know I've always been great with the pen
Eminem, Rakim; a manifestation of them
I'm just tryna get plays on the radio station again
But most skim over my songs, and go straight to the end
I've never released a track, then thought 'shit, I'm famous'
That's not how this works; I'm not an ignoramus
I wanted to fuck the rap game, right in the anus
They thought I was too dumb, and said: "Tim's just brainless"
I'll spit the next seven lines, 'cos I'm gettin' vexed
If you're here to thrive, and to get respect
You would be wise, to never mess with Cheks
Inside I have died, but I don't expect to rest
Like the Pagans of Christ, I'm tryna resurrect
I wanna survive; just keep gettin' left for dead
One of the best rappers alive, is Inspectah Deck
But it's always fags like 6ix9ine, that collect the cheques

My time is up, I ain't gonna make this shit
My life is fucked; it's full of snakes in pits
My rhymin' sucks, that's what the haters say
So I'm linin' up, ready for the fade-away
My time is up, I ain't gonna make this shit
My life is fucked; it's full of snakes in pits
My rhymin' sucks, that's what the haters say
So I'm linin' up, ready for the fade-away

Yo look, I'm another rapper, that's rappin' about rappin'
That's like having an actor, that's actin' about actin'
Often deliberate a bar, for 10 days long
Then I spill a rhyme like this, to prove my pen-game strong
Could rhyme a whole sentence, they'd only hear the last words
As young'ns we were told always to fear the class nerds
'Cos when we get older, they could be our manager
But they respect my linguistics, and say: "He's no amateur"
In this rap game, I fuckin' need a challenger
Can be from M/Vale, Israel, or even Canada
Currently I'm the best rapper I ever can be
No fear, like sippin' beer, and rappin' for Pressure Emcee
But this game lasts for ages, like Monopoly
It's just her and I forever, like monogamy
The same shit over and over, like monotony
My bars are inexorable; there's no time for stoppin' me

My time is up, I ain't gonna make this shit
My life is fucked; it's full of snakes in pits
My rhymin' sucks, that's what the haters say
So I'm linin' up, ready for the fade-away
My time is up, I ain't gonna make this shit
My life is fucked; it's full of snakes in pits
My rhymin' sucks, that's what the haters say
So I'm linin' up, ready for the fade-away

Written by:
Tim Ambler

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