It's Time Songtext
von The Winans

Listen up
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 ****
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
And what about the Bronco Bowl in Deep Ellem?
And that crazy **** house club in Houston?

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 **** is six different views
Diamond any way you choose and we love you

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. one, two
(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 four times ten

Every time we play Denver, cars get rolled over
Juggalos get **** 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 ****)
Even if we foggy and we still ain't clear
In three years later, you'll look back and tip us a beer

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 y'all
Got them hung up on the fridge
And all up on the garage wall
What about these Mini-Gatherings we hear?

Y'all 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 ****
But real Juggalos always bear the hatchet

And all the fresh **** bars DJ's with mullets
All nuts while we there but you hate us and love them
Yes, you groupie as **** and you good to go
But don't get excited thinking makes you a Juggalo

Yes, we gather once a year, big top above
We give **** like Big Silva nothing but love
But you gotta be fresh and with open mind
Or your **** get left behind that's why I love y'all

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 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