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time to go - cusax & embis lyrics

[segue from “partners in crime”]

[skit: embis, news announcer & cusax]
*keys clanking*
*car engine starting*
*car radio turns on*
“…real name, alexander crawford (*gasps*)
wanted for the murders he committed in october of 2021 (wh*)
police now have new leads regarding his whereabouts (yo, turn that sh*t the f*ck off)
and are currently on…” (sorry)
*turns radio off*
*sharp breath* aight, look
can you do me a favor… and not k!ll anybody
for a good week… at least… please?
so it’s… march 18th… that means we can k!ll again on the 25th
phew, what the f*ck ever, just get in the d*mn car!
*car door opens and closes*

[chorus 1: embis]
time to go!
all we know’s the urgе to put to pen to pad’s an obsession (b*tch)
we would likе it better if you didn’t ask any questions (look, it’s time to go)
load the clip with letters and slip the mag in the weapon (muh’f*cka)
you can f*ck off, you know better than a p*ssin’ match on a record (what the f*ck you say?)
we’ll f*ck up all you peasants, so quit the rap, not no present (it’s time to go)
’cause, b*tch, we live in the present (lil’ b*tch), you spit it whack, it’s depressin’ (it’s time to go)
here’s what you do in essence: attempt to capture the presence
of cusa and embis after we present with that full effort (yuh, it’s time to go)
[verse 1: embis]
how many f*ckin’ rappers’ll peep the f*ck i just did?
it’s okay, you can read the lyrics, you’ll see what’s up in this b*tch (ayo)
i’ve perfected my craft, i can beat you up on a whim
if your energy switchin’ quick when you be disruptin’ my clique
like sh*t, cold as freon, on this type of beat, i’m free on
simultaneously, go erupt, the rising heat you feed on
seesaw, sonic waves disruptin’ tectonic plates
it’s not a race, it’s luck, when i compete, they draw my name (uh*huh)
not my fault that i’m better, just results of my effort
and when i do get my status, let me resolve your vendetta
by puttin’ a f*ckin’ gun up into my head, a beretta
make a bullet go right into it before you do, let me load it up (ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba)
then cl!ck, sleepin’ on me when you know i’m dope
whole new meaning for overdose
it’s way too long they been comatose
now you’re bein’ awoken, bro
get a f*ckin’ a beat like a broken nose
show you who the h*ll is the goat with flows
oh, oh, no, promise you don’t wanna go toe to toe, b*tch

[chorus 1: embis]
time to go!
all we know’s the urge to put to pen to pad’s an obsession (b*tch)
we would like it better if you didn’t ask any questions (look, it’s time to go)
load the clip with letters and slip the mag in the weapon (muh’f*cka)
you can f*ck off, you know better than a p*ssin’ match on a record (what the f*ck you say?)
we’ll f*ck up all you peasants, so quit the rap, not no present (it’s time to go)
’cause, b*tch, we live in the present (lil’ b*tch), you spit it whack, it’s depressin’ (it’s time to go)
here’s what you do in essence: attempt to capture the presence
of cusa and embis after we present with that full effort (yuh, it’s time to go)
[verse 2: cusax]
your concept of the greatest is something out of a fairytale
happens to be somethin’ i do and i do it very well
rapping ’til you jumpin’ like suicide off a balcony
go splat onto the ground like a comet, there ain’t no salvaging
might not be an artist sellin’ numbers diamond but if
i can do it better than you f*ckers, y’all are dime a dozen
’cause in seconds, i’m deflecting all these buzzin’ f*ckin’ h*rnets
blood is left in all the corners, you can find their cut*up corpses!
reverse the metamorphosis ’til you nothin’ but particles
remember that i’m guilty when all of you write my articles
embis and me are building a following for the rulership
bound to make a k!lling, don’t call me not knowin’ who it is
who am i? what’s my name? it doesn’t matter
all you gotta know is i’m do or die ’til i am battered
you know i will run the game far down the road
in the meantime, i’m spittin’ this mean rhyme, it’s time to go

[chorus 2: cusax]
it’s time to go!
you see me walkin’ out and i kinda match the description (b*tch)
then you tell me to my face that the coppers are in position (look, it’s time to go)
the scene is something brutal, you weren’t supposed to notice (motherf*cker)
if you saw it, then i’m on it to bury all the opponents (what the f*ck you say?)
see me walkin’ out with a bowie knife and a sweater (it’s time to go)
then you know that i have never been better (lil’ b*tch), there since forever (it’s time to go)
i mean it when i say i been easily in control
but believe me, you’ll start retreating when seeing, i mean it’s (yeah, it’s time to go)
[verse 3: embis & cusax]
cusa and embis on a track, two opposites have now met
magnetic forces get effected, you now in the south west
and any diss i deflect, you wanna bet me your check
that i can p*ss you off in seconds with a skip in my step? correct
yeah we up to somethin’ (yeah), never stop for nothin’! (nah)
what the f*ck you bumpin’? (huh), b*tch, we cause eruption!
they outlawed all our raps, if we in the custody, hands all cuffed up
you can’t keep us for long, b*tch, we gone for good, knock on wood or something
i could simply and condense your entire album to a sixteen
me, i’m preachin’ to volumes of higher output than kicks reach
truth interwoven themes, the desired outcome of this dream
the day that i reach the top with this type of mouth, you can pinch me
you bite my music, i’m suin’ you like i’m disney
pursuin’ the fools who think i got reasons to stew in envy
’cause cusa controls the current and embis controls your mind
our records ’cause some burning while we are partners in crime!

- cusax embis lyrics

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