MASTERS OF ILLUSION - Time 2 Get Right lyrics

[41 second instrumental to open the song]

[KRS scratched: "Take a minute now to hear me"]

[Motion Man]

Wisdom Born is my physical degree, in the month of Understanding

Wisdom Culture my seed birthday, all born to Wisdom Cypher

Big rhymin since Bill Power

Knowledge Power, later and I'm still the epiphany

Close related to a symphony with mad instruments trapped inside of me

I bang the drum and blow the horn

Rappers they follow, like little +Children of the Corn+

Vegetables, at the table like the Huxtables

Sit at the table 'til you finish all your morsels

Out the door, hit the interstate, who sound state

Snatchin up Keith, a transplant from the tri-state

Jheri curls, with finger waves, all shuckin

It's two big {?}, gorilla arms and mad ducats

Bust in your house like the little man Mighty Mouse

Piss on your TV cause you watchin all the wrong channels

Step out your house in your Sunday's best brown flannel

Rockin your khakis, you a tall kid, they fit me baggy

You try to follow I'ma end it for you retromendric

That means I piss backwards, like a cat

Hug up your dome like a pro-fitted hat

As you twist the hat, turn the hat, flip the hat, spin the hat

Still lookin good in the trunk of my Cadillac

Keith I'm classic, I'm passin you the flame homey

Burn the plastic, the world that you once told me

[Chorus x4: MOI]

[K] It's time to get right

[M] Flamboyant status

[K] Smack a cop

[M] N'ia what?

[Kool Keith]

Upon him up, autopsy, look at the body from the ankles

up to the neck up, banana clip bring the tec up

Pick up pick up pick up pick up, that's some out there

by the ambulance, emergency room packed up, ward and backed up

Patrol cars, black & whites get hype

Caprice Classics chase me in old Mavericks

Sharp switchblades like I'm a tourist from Mexico, "hey bro"

I cut your face like I'm doin a tattoo of a statue

Why you think I'm mad at you? Spontaneous action

get you smacked and, everybody at the new release Arista party packed in

Cover your ass cause everybody's on the guest list

didn't come from the front, they came from the back

Stole your 600, watch Puerto Ricans strip it down

Disconnect your Lojack, amateurs duck down it's a pro act

With Guinness a-pourin through your urinary tract

Hamburgers flow, you mad, you end up with a shake and a Big Mac

Kenny L, clientele, givin orders through Pacific Bell

Guard your collect calls, leave you in the lobby room

One bag in the mall, have your one minute gone from pre-paid phone calls

Call back and hang up, call back and hang up, call back and hang up

Caller ID bring my name, anniversary season

Who can produce movies without me like "Rhyme & Reason"

[scratched: "I don't know"]

[M] N'ia what?

[Chorus]

[K] It's time to get right

[scratches to end]