[verse 1: phonte]
yo, the spirit in the sky scream homicide

but it was time to ride on some n*ggas funny talking
if too much money talking
we make em economize

real rap - no tale spinning, such is the life of a
kam-i-ka-ze pilot
we wyling out of control until we all make the funny papers like comic-con

feared in all streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets
find another one to occupy
i never hope for the best

i wish a n*gga would
turn around and walk away
i wish a n*gga could

listen to my instincts and say f*ck the rest
but once you've had the best better ain't as good
weak-heartedness cannot be involved

stick to the script, n*gga – f*ck your improv
like the samurai
the street's hammurabi code

play your part, shut the f*ck up, and do as i was told
[hook]
i was always late for the bus

just once can i be on time
then i start to think what's the rush
who wants to be on time

feeling unlucky and if i ever got lucky it was one time
in this crazy world
[verse 2: black thought]

not a thing i fear besides fear itself
this is clearly a lesson learned for someone else
reach for the crown of thorns upon the shelf

cross around my neck
i've been taught by stealth
capture this moment in time... it's a smash and grab

and where my party people y'all finna have a blast
you say goodbye... i say hello first and last
hello-hello... now all of y'all elevate your glass

to an example of what time will do to you
when those nameless things just keep on eluding you
when %#@! is new to you and lies is true to you

words of suspects-usual... coming though to you
man, i guess if i was ever lucky it was one time
then i went missing looking for the sublime

a n*gga stayed low, left the ladder unclimbed
time after time, verse blank, the line unrhymed


[hook]
you ever wonder what's the big fuss…
for everyone be on time

what's the big deal, why do they feel
the need to have us marching on line
feeling unlucky and if i'd ever got lucky it was one time

in this crazy world
[verse 3: dice raw]
i wonder when you die do you hear harps and bagpipes

if you born on the other side of the crack pipe
n*ggas learn math just to understand the crack price
then drive in head first like the jack knife

cause out here, yo you n*ggas can't belly flop
if you wanna make the noise inside your belly stop
one time means being on the front line

being on the front line means ducking one time
the pendulum swinging my way- couldn't be more blind
n*ggas talk to the cops? not even one time

cause we all going down just like the subprime
or a cheap $$# half gallon of ballantine
but hopping over gates to escape is sublime

then through the alley way and down to the sub line
tales from the streets
a life of high crime

to make it to the bottom
such a high climb
[hook]

i was always late for the bus
just once can i be on time
then i start to think what's the rush
who wants to be on time
feeling unlucky and if i ever got lucky it was one time

in this crazy world