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letra de time has come - fred been stoned

[verse 1: fred been stoned]
fred been stoned, don’t panic
the villain’s out the hammock
expanding, examine, expansion
redundant one, i’m blunted
no frontin’
[?] bars, [?] beyond babylon
systematic storm sites
[?] the arm, f-ck the reform!
it’s stuck on the norm
i undermine it
what this is i am?
i define it
so defiant
so they tryin’
just to try it
[?] with the live
buck!
my beacon of light cut through the fog
you can’t f-ck with my squad
f-cking with us is like f-cking with god
blasphemous, i laugh at ideas
when ya math is half assed
and you can’t grasp an abacus
don’t you got an ass to kiss?
what’s ya last wish?
cuz, i give a f-ck
hands to the sky, and you give it up
no subliminal, just headshots
step up, and get ya head knot

[chorus]
“word is born, [?]”
“coming through, leavin’ bloodstains and residues”
“my tracks pack energy like nuclear reactors”

[verse 2: benny browncoat]
finding my flow’s lucky
like finding a gold nugget
even [?] dug it
when they see me make the most of it
we scaring you, in stereo
then tearin’ through
alarmin’ ya
a uap, unexplained area phenomena
i’ve been a great
that’s why they finna hate
i grab the microphone and my grip’ll make it disintegrate
you thirsty, want a minute maid?
i’m eatin’ ya dinnerplate
i never been afraid to innovate down the interstate
they spittin’ flows at me, it bounces off the ricochets
that’s what happens when these mumble rappers ain’t got sh-t to say
i care so much, and tell the people how i really feel
they think i’m silly still
cus my heart is my achilles’ heel
go wait in the car, b-tch
meditation is constant
elevating ya thoughts with
educational concepts
ah, yes
new mexico, it’s the land of the lost
we are under the crown, where no one man is the boss
c’mon

[chorus]
“word is born, [?]”
“coming through, leavin’ bloodstains and residues”
“my tracks pack energy like nuclear reactors”

[verse 3: jus allah]
you learn to beat the game or live with the struggle
the dices are loaded, the dealer has a trick shuffle
couldn’t get out of the maze
until i put my gun in play
i guess it’s the only piece that fits in the puzzle
we can’t get out of the streets, we get into trouble
the only way to win is to cheat, i’m blitz in the huddle
i have the belief, the world’s bigger than this motif
but i only see what they show me, i live in a bubble
they try to blind us, it gives them a sense of false powers
no fault of ours, they’re cowards and wallflowers
i never talk to the snitches
right now i’m minding my business
you’d have to call back after office hours
their pursuit’s in motion
but i’d only be caught dead
they may as well go ahead and remove the notion
i know that you’d have spoken
i just never get involved
i tell them many are called but few are chosen

[chorus]
“word is born, [?]”
“coming through, leavin’ bloodstains and residues”
“my tracks pack energy like nuclear reactors”

- fred been stoned

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