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Time To Kill

Hip-Hop

Time To Kill was released on July 17, 2026 by Bridge Boots as a part of the album Time To Kill - Single

Song Details

AlbumTime To Kill - Single

Release DateJuly 17, 2026

LabelBridge Boots

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Joseph Caserta

Programming, Scratches

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joseph Caserta

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Joseph Caserta

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer, Immersive Audio Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, no more glide on the 808s please

I'm tired of that shit, ****

Say some crazy shit

It's casual

I wanna thank DJ Quik for being the absolute greatest

Back when I was listening to Safe and Sound in '95

I was like, why don't you just do it all?

Don't it seem so sweet

The way the keys bounce off of the beat

The way the street lights shine

And the glares coming off of the street

Could be enough to make me feel complete

It was all a dream

Me and Kenny on Ferry and Supe

Black pulling up, ready to shoot

We made one phone call and got the tools that would bury your group

That's the type of shit we ready to do

But then things done changed

When I buried my dude

I was very confused like Stevie Wonder, what do I do?

I was just in Miami like the 2 Live Crew

Now I'm about to make this deuce-deuce go doot-doot-doot

Go up around them toes like suck passé

Boulet, boulet, suitcase full of boulet

Don't rock with L's unless it's Kool J

I'm looking back at my bitches like it's Kool J

Keep going, say now

This ain't even my style now

Gliding on the beat, I been waiting a while now

Laying in the cut, I been keeping a smile while

Y'all keep running the same game, I'm tired now

Maybe it's me that's been stuck in a rut

Maybe it ain't y'all that's corny as fuck

I just keep it a buck

And keep an extra fifty for your grill, homie

Just my luck, I got time to kill, homie

I got rhymes that I keep in a tuck

Like the banger that I kept in my bunk

Yo, who would've thought

They'd only know you in the city that you live

While my name rings out in cities I ain't never been

Let that shit sink in

I been nice since the dribble

J cross over, same guard down the middle

I ain't speaking in riddles, this at least three facts emoji

I sat tight but now it's time for me to tax money

When it's my time, I'ma make the night shine

Never shy when the lights lime

Jimmy Jam flight time

Catch flight like the Rucker

Stand on my square, never scared when there's a ruckus

I can barely stand these suckers

Crying over hoes

I guess it was the way that they was raised, I suppose

I guess they peeped the flows but forgot about the message

I took this shit to heart since Melanie Mel wrote the message

It's back to the essence for y'all feeling the trap

I'm just a skinny guinea raised off Kool G rap

Now these rappers act like a Kool G rat

I'm tryna understand where they do that at

Who the hell are these kids?

These kids would be Franklin, Saint, and James St. Patrick

But they came up worshiping the attic, that's tragic

I was born the same year as when crack hit

That's why I snap back to these tactics

Supreme mathematics got me feeling less savage

I try to fall back and not be so erratic

But it's hard to break habits that date back to Illmatic

If only my mind could just sift through the static

And I don't even do this shit no more, money

I make dance music, god

I just had to spin a block one time

I had to remind y'all

I forgot more about this hip-hop shit than

What y'all built y'all careers off of

Y'all kids

And all the stuff you doing now

I was doing it day one

Ain't shit new, B

For real, ask about me

You don't know me

Is that how you say that?

Bet that

Written by: Joseph Caserta

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