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letra de time-glitch - jimmy e.l.e

[verse 1: jimmy e.l.e]

1985…..in the beginning there was i, the most lyrical high supreme, rhyme dream fiend

stomping through the scene, puffing on some green, hid behind the lyes smoke screen
kicking back kicking raps writing scr-ps hitting sacks running laps biting back reciting t-tan
lightning raps, writing making light cats collapse, like dominoes, give me that damelos diamond
hoes roka waka flocka flows, oh let’s do it! yeah let’s stop the show, go go gadget go we
reached 91 my brother came through on the drum, drumming out something fearsome you
should hear some mike mack of olaf got melodies for your ear drum, we should steer them to
the concert stage so they can say, did you hear them

[chorus part 1: papa baby james]
i’ll go pound for pound you won’t drag me down with the sound
i’ll go pound for pound you won’t drag me down drag me down

[chorus part 2: melody mike]
pain to love when love is what hurts, if you fall and crawl to be heard, i will show you how to
coerce those who preach to teach what you’ve learned x2

[verse 2: jimmy e.l.e]
i-pod always on full blast in high school, couldn’t believe this fool p-ssed to write tunes, i was
quite odd, but had mad friends, a few night jobs making light ends, but now i strike them just
like lightning, it took a little bit of time but now i’m writing, a little bit of rhyme to make the
freaking mic spin, you never know what you might win, if you follow your heart and let go of
all license, flow supernatural hard like you might bend time with a slight grin, i can teach big
ben to keep time within the rhyme i send, and lend people a piece of my mind, the end was not

1999, but who really knows the time, i mean who really knows time?!

[chorus part 1: papa baby james]
i’ll go pound for pound you won’t drag me down with the sound
i’ll go pound for pound you won’t drag me down drag me down

[chorus part 2: melody mike]
pain to love when love is what hurts, if you fall and crawl to be heard, i will show you how to
coerce those who preach to teach what you’ve learned x2

[verse 3: jimmy e.l.e]
tick tock tick tock, time and time and time again i sought the perfect rhyme we’re born to live
then once lives borne our destiny’s to die, cause time waits for no man, we get no p-ss if we
sink in its sand, sink in its sand, sink in its sand
better watch the hour gl-ss cause every hour p-ss bl-stering fast suffering succotash, why is
every second we spend it clutching at cash, chasing the material things that don’t even last
well i’mma have a blast with it and blast critics every last minute i’ll use to rip a rappers -ss
with it, i’ll have a dance in it, and show i’m p-ssionate and make the next man wanna kiss my
-ss with it, all from my bad lyrics, in which i wrote and then i spoke until i had visions, see i’m
not half driven, i go beyond being just half finished beyond the songs four minute 25 second
rhythms, i thrill em then i instill em with lyrical penicillin, till spirituals spill through ceilings like
poltergeist stealing children, when i’m holding the mic there is no deeper feeling, it’s sort of like
i’m the keeper of time and its revealings

- jimmy e l e

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