Jonny Danger - Too Late (feat. Ted James & Nick Jones)
Jonny Danger - Too Late (feat. Ted James & Nick Jones)Intro: Ted James, Jonny Danger, Nick JonesHey, yo...what up, Danger?Hey man, word on the streets is that people think your new to the rap game. (Ted)Man, fuck that shit. I've been doing this shit for years. (Jonny)Hell yeah. Man, we need to let 'em know, man.Let's take 'em back to that garage-sytle, pass-the-mic shit circa '98. (Ted)Yo, dawg...for real, I'm feeling that. Yo Nick, you down for this shit? (Jonny)Man, what the fuck you think, man? I was born for that type shit. (Nick)Verse One: Ted James, Jonny Danger, Nick JonesListenWe twistin' through this missionGripping clocks like glocksHitting time-tickingBlock-shifting lanesChopping blades on the pageOf tomorrow's front crazeWe the next popping waveTipping over, dripping wetSpilling venom on the setM7 on the checkThen the stage is getting wrecked, pimpin (Ted)Future glisteningThe transition is as instantAs melodic comets to your knowledgeGotta pause us when you're listeningMalicious verbal inhibitions when we spittingMental fissions what we rippingSmoke the beat when it kicks in (Jonny)We on a mission 'cause tomorrow never comes 'till it's too lateSo tell me what you gonna do when tomorrow is todayWhen it's too late, then the only thing to do is accept itSo that's why I grab the microphone and commence to wreck shitLiving reckless, that's the type of life that I leadOne hundred miles an hour, moving at a high speed (Nick)450 horsepower, toking on that Tai weedWe tweak louder, yes indeedMedia showers, growing seedsWe devour M-I-CsGun powder-packing deedsPlaya please, until we bleedWe keep it banging in the streetsRolling deepLike the watches counting time are obsoleteWe on the grindSpitting mind-expanding rhymesDanger speak (Ted)R-E-V back to meThen N-I-C releasing heatAnd that's the leakClog up your pipesLike the green up in the screenSubconsciously we congruentlySpit this shit superfluouslyYou nervouslyHope we end it mercifullyFlame candles you can't hold at theseEmcees with M7 in our sleevesWe checking the wannabesOration at your funeral like PericlesNow please just take your seatOpen up mentallyYo Nick, jump on this beat and fucking teach (Jonny)I gotta preachThat's the only way I'm reaching my peepsSee, it's a war going on out here up on these city streetsThis shit ain't sweetSo you best just get your grip on realityBut living that fast life can fuck up your mentalityI live with tragedy every day of my lifeBut see, I gots to make it happen'Cause it ain't nothing niceI shake the dice and roll it like it was my last chance'Cause you see, this could very well be my last danceSo I can't sit on my ass having feelings of sorrow'Cause the one thing that's never guaranteed is tomorrow (Nick)Chorus: Ted JamesOne, two, three o'clock, four o'clock, lockedFive, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, lockedNine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, lockedWe rock hip hop around the clockFuture shockTomorrow's not about to drop until M7 got the block hotGunning for that top spotCheck your watchWe can't stop (repeat)Verse Two: Ted James, Jonny Danger, Nick JonesChapter TwoNah bitches, we ain't throughWe weaving dream-teaming stitchesHitting switches in the coupeSo recoup the conscious-stream-mixingGreen-twisting crewSpitting looseFlipping scheme-splittingBeam-tripling glueGotcha stuck, get the screwChop it up, now you coolWhip the fuck out the mule-tired chump you aspired toListen to before I blew the new school into your viewI'm just doing what he'd do if he could do it like I doLet's reviewRev-U got the club bouncing toThe back, front tooFront if you want toThe fact still remainsThe remains of your brain'sRearranged like mainframesMaintained against the grainBy the range I've obtainedKicking game until I'm slainWhat's my name, Ted JamesWe ain't playing, get 'em Dange (Ted)Ignite the flames on the wave of paranormal communicesIncisions in your brain behind your visionI see the strain of the position you've obtainedIncision's constantly constrainedObtain the wisdom for the missionRipping schisms, laying wasteLike razor blades against a plateFull of yay, come get a taste of Jonny DangeRipping through your arteries, predominantlySliding on the harmonyPhilosophy's comparable to Spartans at ThermopylaeThree hundred with no weaponryMarching tepidly against enormityNo flowing dormantlyI'm pouring stories into folkloreNo more ignoring theIvy-draped ministryPerceived to be bourgeoisieAsk the streets what they think of meLauded 'cause I lyrically murder beats with frequencyLike Son of Sam on a rhyming spreeHung jury on my familyBlessed with verbal masteryYo Nick, holler B (Jonny)It's gotta be my fucking destinyOr is it that the Lord is simply testing meEither way, I refuse to delayThe time is now and I can't hesitate another daySo make way 'cause the future has just become the presentMe, Danger, Rev, and the entire M7And we recking the mic at any chance that we getBut we also keep a message in the shit that we spitSo this is itIt's time for a change and we making itRap is in a state of emergency and we saving itSo recognize, M7 is on the riseAnd this is a forewarning so you can't act surprisedJust realize today is the daySo get up on itYou can't wait on tomorrow 'cause tomorrow isn't promisedI'm being honestLook, there is no reason to waitBy the time you reach tomorrow it'll just be too late (Nick)© 2005 Millinium VII Entertainment / Produced by D-Wattz / Mixed by D-Wattz / Recorded at M7 Studios / All rights reserved
