Time 2 Shine

Yo, Marky B Big up Matt Fitzy on the beat What's that track in the party G? Big up to all the Thorpe Edge crew BFD, 01274 you know how we do Shout out to all the boys on the estate On all the estates, know how we do Git back my mush I did 167 on Rooley, on a sick thousand Suzuki Go and ask Julie, already knew me Hopped off the bike and into the Subi On a sick Suzuki Blue GSXR 750 to smoke the police car How I dust five-o on the bike, I'm a star Keep talking shit, you've never been on par Okay it's Marky B I'm on a sick 2 stroke, that's party G Shout bartly in that arm Said he's holding it down for the boys on charges (Char, char) Charges, barrelling farmys Bradford Army, naturally barmy Pull up on a chopper, it's a wirеd up Harley On to the farmy, pull up and start it Who do you know like Marky? No onе Ballied up in the Shogun, run from no one Big ram bar for commotion, jump in a Golf BlueMotion Else that'll smoke 'em, frozen, then I come sliding I'm a riding, I don't want a wifey I love two-timing, I'm always rhyming Watch me go sick on the mic What's that track in the party G? Oh yeah that's Marky B Them cars I speed, I park the beem I can't be seen by feds, that means I can't be seen by police in a whip These feds I resist, but that's how I live I live life and I pull a few chicks And I've done a few nicks in my slider kicks (It's time to shine, give 'em what you got baby Time to show them all you are It's time to shine, gotta give 'em what you got Gotta to show them all you're mine) (You man are dumb, tell you something Ain't no man that can say that I run Never been a big fella, big mouth, slim sheller Talking shit, I'mma laugh at the cunt You man are dumb, tell you something Ain't no man that can say that I run Never been a big fella, big mouth, slim sheller Talking shit, I'mma laugh at the cunt) I will proceed to drive the Bora You man pull kids in Corsas I wanna war yous, warn yous Marky B, he said he's back with a caution Fuck it, I can't stand pigs or divs or grown up kids That wanna talk shit, better know I go sick I'm verbally savage, I'm driving erratic I've got that flake that'll leave you damaged Can't tell me how to lead my life Talk shit, you're a ding, you can't jump on a mic Try tell me I can't ride a bike I will pink slip you, bring a dinger Just won a new bike Now I'm on a hype on the mic, alright When I drop sick bars on a fucking race line They can't stand the geezer Keep hating, I keep smoking reefa Marky B, you've never been the best Do I give 2 fucks? Get pissed and my head goes West Take that chase on a CRF Smoke drugs squads, keep giving 'em death These other MCs wanna be like me Send indirects but won't put me to the test 'Cause Marky's a threat, violate MCs that are fully grown men (Time to shine, give 'em what you got baby Time to shine, give 'em what you got baby)