Who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time Where it all goes? Across the morning sky All the birds are leaving But how can they know When
love is near who knows where the time goes? who knows where the time goes? sad, deserted streets your fickle friends are leaving i still count the time
is near who knows where the time goes? who knows where the time goes? sad, deserted streets your fickle friends are leaving i still count the time
like a drive-by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye [ ROUND 1: Nat The Cat ] Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented A power entertainer Catapultin above the top Nat The Cat
the A-flat chord has rung Thrice, and once the symbol chimed Producer cries, "Tis time, 'tis time" Producer cries, "Tis time, 'tis time" Round about the record goes
from the sewer I eat you like a meal, pass you like maneuer Put you in the garden where my flower grows Then where's your power? tell me where your power goes
' mad points as my opponents hit the floor You better come the best way you know how nigga Gun play, that's the way it goes down nigga I know you know
his rocks Typical suicidal schizofrenic cults I don't know who to cut And my guns are like to needles to you cause we both shoot em up [Qwel] The Q-W-E who
-by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye [ROUND 1: Nat The Cat] Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented A power entertainer Catapultin above the top Nat The Cat
Pop pop goes the weasel (the weasel) Drop drop goes the easel (the easel) This is hip hop for the people Stop callin it emo (waah) I know a kid who
the bodega Know Omega like Rakim Thinkin about brother Diallo I find it hard to swallow Cuz 41 is a hard act to follow Who is it, it can happen tomorrow Goes
Know Omega like Rakim Thinkin about brother Diallo I find it hard to swallow Cuz 41 is a hard act to follow Who is it, it can happen tomorrow Goes down
by You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye [ROUND 1: Nat The Cat] Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented A power entertainer Catapultin above the top Nat The Cat
gold plate things Cause I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be sour The ladies know I'm the man with the power And now that you know a little more
rat from the sewer I eat you like a meal, pass you like maneuer Put you in the garden where my flower grows Then where's your power? Tell me where your power goes
Thrice the A-flat chord has rung. Thrice, and once the symbol chimed. Producer cries, "Tis time, 'tis time." Producer cries, "Tis time, 'tis time." Round about the record goes