Icp

Icp - It's Time lyrics

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I wanna tell you, tell you something

Listen up

I wanna tell you, listen, listen up

I want you to know we're serious

Listen

Listen up

Listen

From us, to you



For a little grip now, we been rocking your ass

The future ain't scary cause we got the past

Can't nothing ever take away the Gatherings

You can take what's happening now,

not what I'm rapping about

And I remember every Hallowicked to a T

And every Project Born, Marz, Esham, and Myzery

And even though I don't remember your name

from the instore

Swear to God, I couldn't love you anymore

Do you mention the Abyss at Virginia Beach?

And out of state you're so hot, Juggalos reach

(Juggalos reach)

And what about the Bronco Bowl in Deep Ellem?

And that crazy ass house club in Houston? (Tell them)

Twenty thousand websites, hotlines, and clubs

Gang bangers, codes, nobody's and scrubs

To every last Juggalette that turned me out

Thank you much, and I hope to see you on the next route

You know everybody hates on this world of ours

And if you learn one thing from the Joker Cards

Let it be the other shit is six different views

Diamond any way you choose

And we love you



(Chorus)

I guess it's time

That I told you

How great you are

I guess it's time

That I told you

How great you are



They told me to sing it any way I could bring

Hurry up

Pay attention

Stop

Mike P.

1, 2

Stop, stop

Open up your earlobes

ICP

Stop, stop

Rubber game



Listen



Me and Krayzie Bone, we marinade in the flats

Representing Cleveland, and we could press your stats

I rock trees, frog shop

I rock the octave

Nautica and Theo 4 times 10 (Who?)

Every time we play Denver, cars get rolled over

Juggalos get pissed when the show's over

Even cities that I leave, they not letting me in

They let me know if they a Juggalo

through thick and through thin

I like Twiztid

Independent

Free standing

And always down to give a helping hand in

And to everybody else out there, do your thing

Cause it ain't no ducking when the hatchet swings

We try to sing, we try to rap

We try to rock and spit

(CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THIS WICKED SHIT!)

Even if we foggy and we still ain't clear

In three years later, you'll look back and tip us a beer



(Chorus)

I guess it's time

That I told you

How great you are

I guess it's time

That I told you

How great you are



I wanna tell you I love all the letters ya'll

Got them hung up on the fridge

and all up on the garage wall

What about these MiniGatherings we hear?

Ya'll don't be surprised when we walk up in there

With Vampiro and Sabu flying above

Representing the Juggalos with nothing but love

On TV, they make them try to hide their shit

But real Juggalos always bear the hatchet

And all the fresh titty bars DJ's with mullets

All nuts while we there, but you hate us and love them

Yes, you groupie as fuck, and good to go

But don't get excited thinking makes you a Juggalo

Yes, we gather once a year, big top above

We give shit like Big Silva nothing but love

But you gotta be fresh and with open mind

Or your ass get left behind

That's why I love ya'll



(Chorus 2x)

I guess it's time

That I told you

How great you are

I guess it's time

That I told you

How great you are 


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