(Verse 1)
Once upon a time , no wait this no classic 50’s rhyme
Let’s go forward in time, Each street is filled with crime
It’s not like old times, hundred nine things prime
This is the modern times,each man wants to steep climb
Even in emotional times, these hard hearts don’t sublime
No one’s concerned bout time, they are one,day and night
Every one’s with a kite, each one has their own plight
They want to fly so high, that they are out of sight
The threads clash not unite, they start a bloody fight
Tell me what is life? Something ain't right, I just can't write
Sometimes I start thinking really what is life?
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and kill mikes
Sometimes I wanna show what my level of skills like
Sometimes I feel why I acting like this physce
All I needs the rap and white strobe lights
Nothing else bites me, my life ain't that tight
I am always up in flight, everything alright
Tonight let me just recite Get rid of this stage fright
I am not so eaten up, like a turkey in a turkish delight
Oh my god! So many things I lost my appetite
Look at my inside, I got so little time
(Verse 2)
I really wonder who made the 24 hour clock
It’s a blunder who did this, day and night
God’s into time plunder, man I surrender
Even beggers gotta wonder when they gon beg, blunder
Time’s such shit, it does not need to smell bad
My life’s so shit, it’s small broken into tid-bits
Like ninety eighth fits, that hit you like movie intervels
Each time you done, the gong hits the bell
Don't dwell, buzz off, next job, go to hell(Awkward voice)
Farewell, see you in you bandshell burial(Awkward)
Get up in the morning eat the cereal
Kill those managers, serial killer
Go to the shop round the corner, rob the biller
Rob those houses, act like a sinner
Go for work, act like a beginner
Go to studio, record, be the winner
Got that money, get into a cruise liner
Entertain my fans like a boon in a bane
Ill already, off to the practioner
Too late, the cops are hear, lets go roadrunner
It’s 10 28, time fore dinner mates
Take an airliner, 707 dreamliner
What finer can you get?
Enter the mansion, open the gates
Tired, sat on the bed to rest, decide my fate
Whistle, my phone rang, whose it?The estate
Man I’ve been working the whole day
Even Nate ain't gonna spend so much time with em
What can I do? No time damn
(Verse 3)
The sound of the clocks make me melancholic
I am so tired of being a spoilt workoholic
I am not trynna be a damn hyberbolic
Look at the BP machine, 180 diasystolic
Curse me! Im alredy a non-public vitriolic
Lack of time has made me noncharasmatic
Yes brats, I can't rhyme, Im static
I had dreamed of being a theocratic
Yeah!Ruling the world single handed
Now my lymphatic glands have become acrobatic
Sometimes they work sometimes act like asthmatics
Just like times when em’s flow gets a bit overerratic
Just like when I get some programmatic errors
Man im not systematic with simple mathematics
Dont you get it? Or you want me to be cinematic
All this english vocab I have been spitting
This alphabetical shit , It’s a bad result of time
I fell i’ve lost it, need an arthemetic test
The days are goin like their futuristic
The hours are goin like their panicked
The minutes goin like it’s gonna be tragic
The seconds goin like their magic
Man, im trynna concentrate, whats life? music
You keep staring, time goes, so idyllic
