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letra de time lapse - n/a music group

(verse 1: na bill)
i’m losing it
mind fading away coveting the sense of complacent
but i can’t
since i’m the one who’s always complaisant
peasant in my dreams, farming these money seeds
hopin’ that my brainstorming produces success rains
so these money trees would grow
but until then
i’ma be givin’ you these rhymes for free
but right then
you’ll know that this is my reign and no one will stop me from pouring
i’m devoting my full admission and submission to this purpose
just await the results
in the midst of all the mist i rose
my peers pushing me down but i wanna take shots like d rose
and i understand my name is bill but no
i don’t come in euros
cuz i’m na
not affiliated, delivering lines tighter than you p-ssies
no cat scan
and since i’m hungry i’ll eat what’s less tighter than my lines
light it up
and i ain’t p-ssin’ no sh-t
that triggers my endorphins cause this feeling of euphoria is what i need
my mind and i’m losing it
this music and i’m using it
as a platform and an outlet for my emotions
p-ssing the pessimistic vision that my heart only sees
and this is not the pinnacle that my mighty pen will reach
filling these rhymes books full of diamonds in the form of letters
constructing lines that build up a message
and we’re living in an era where this world & game is overpopulated
no wonder they call it the m-ss age, huh
even i wonder what’s the future holding
guess i just gotta wait
while i’m sick and tired of this bullsh-t
sick of fighting a never ending war
coming out of egypt, wanna see the light of success
like a baby coming out of a uterus
i’ll be the revolving around nucleus
then an eucharist will be held for my coronation
and this can be considered as hip-hop’s reincarnation

(verse 2: alistotle)
huh, i’m walking through moshpits
dreamin’ of concerts
i rap anonymous, recite my gospels in hospitals
cause i’m so sick and tired of
lumping my rhyme schemes
abusing my powers of rapping in rappin’ unconscious
i empty my pockets, my dreams and my promises
break bad, face dad with my goals and accomplishments
i’m yearning for offspring to show off my doctrines
h-ll with this society
i’m rhyming, but offbeat
i’m looking at the man in the mirror
i see a dark future, can it get any clearer?
i said i’m looking at the man in the mirror
i’m the underdog
fear the bull comin’ at you like a thunderstorm
it’s the muller
back at it again, and my mind is off
ferris bueller couldn’t take me on vacation
i call this, the bet if off
reincarnation of a brainsick philosopher
the name is alistotle
and my sick spit is poisonous

- na music group

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