I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will.

Time will heal all the hate, all in good time.

You on point, Tip? All the time, Phife.

It’s 8:15, and that’s the time that it’s always been.

Hold the line; love isn’t always on time.

It’s the first time, the last time we ever met.

Time was still, but hours must really have rushed by.

Choose your last words, this is the last time.

The seasons changed, times are strange.

Time keeps on slippin’ into the future.

* I don’t recommend letting your brain hit the ground