Time Is of the Essence (feat. Punch) - Ab-Soul

This is the nexus of perdition, this is the core of the fall Worked out arduously in fear, trembling and fever The body wrecked, the mind shattered The soul destroyed, ripe for apocalypse And everything that constituted yourself All the things you've done and those you could have The joyous memories, the warmth and the calm The silly thought that one day a change would come The naive adolescence, off track with its dreams But in the end - harmless and innocent The anecdotes, and digressions and pauses Those moments of bliss atop the green hills The illusion of belief, justification and truth All those things you've learned for later, for another life And every word that could be spoken, every thought that could be born And all that could have been is now no more

So you've not met Mister Toad Well your in for quite a treat Of all the river bankers he's the one you have to meet How would one describe him Well I'd hate to use a label But the word I think that sums him up Unstable! It's true! Toad has no stability at all Especially in a boat Speed is of the essence There is little doubt Speed is the quintessence Of what Toad is all about And if it's bigger, brighter, faster And goes flash! Or zoom! Or whizz! Without a thought The item's bought And Toad has made it his There's always something better There's always something new There's always something reckless that amphibian will do There's always some new gadgetry to satisfy his thirst Some new fangled contraption and he has to have it first! There's always something flashy That's always hard to steer There's always some adventure that he has to pioneer There's always some new gizmo that he'll purchase on a whim For self control has never been an obstacle to him! Speed is an affliction Sadly overlooked Speed is an addiction And alas poor Toad is hooked And if its nippy, snazzy, faddish And can go at quite a lick! The deal is done You better run Take cover pretty quick There's always something pricy There's always something chic There's always some new craze that he's forgotten in a week There's always some essential that he thinks will give him clout So pity all the rest of us that have to do without! His taste is rather fickle His thoughts hop here and there It lands him in a pickle But he doesn't seem to care! (He doesn't seem to care!) There's always some new fashion that makes him look a toff There's always something fancy and he has to show it off There's always something stiddy that he thinks is rather swish! Now if you please excuse me I must go and catch some fish

(Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance (Ayy) Same song, new dance, ho (Man, look) Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real) These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh) I was ten-and-two on Central Tryna make my dream come true (I was) Youngin from Del Amo tryna let y'all know just what we go through (Uh-huh) I was back-to-back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks Tank wasn't on "F", as a matter of fact, it was half of half of that (That's fact) Stopped goin' to church, like, "What it's all worth?" What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes? If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk Had Rossi in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (Uh-uh) Just needed the people to believe in me (Yeah) I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (Nah) Was a fade away from banging the ECC The OG told me, "Stick to slingin' them ABCs" (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck (Yeah) Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Get up off your ass Go and get some cash, show 'em you mean business (Yeah) Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (Ugh) My name must be "Abraham— Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah) Ugh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, ugh (Yeah) While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Ugh) Gotta go hard in the paint Gotta night-ride when they call it a day All work, no play, crank up the ball and the chain Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way Ayy, they been afflicted by this, off top On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (Yeah) We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (Ugh) To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Yeah, ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Hold up, I already told ya that I was conceived In Korea by Herbert the Third and Lacresha It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up You know that the flow is nuclear Since the moment of birth, I was chosen My soul had a glow that was blinding them all The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark The gift and the curse, the right is the wrong See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse Memorizing Kris Kross songs and performing them That was the origin Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his Snap G, word to Tricky T Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan, and Capital C Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk That's where I was raised Had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it 'Fore we burned 'em all, compact discs G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat Grandma made a name this big Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it AOL free trials on dial-up, millennials won't get it Battle mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it Metasota had me on AIM, teaching me how to flip it Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats Creating waves with the sound I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes Grabbed the mic and never put it down Soon as he hit record, I transformed I was now a god in man form I was no longer me, but much more Close my eyes and I swear to God I see fans in the stands demand an encore Standing up with they hands up Henceforth, I stole the show, yo The moment I open my eyes, I committed Pun intended, I was sold Wait for it, Soul! My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!