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Father Time
- Yo, look, is it me, because of us, my gun is limitless, powerful
- And infinite, killers look so intimate, from the things they been through,
- What’s the point of being good, Lucifer just let’s loose on us,
- A noose, a bazooka, cuz, my tool is a foolish one, just like me,
- Illuminate, soon to boom and just mutate into a monster or a loser, huh,
- Been through many nights now, better just take a hike now,
- Better for me to pike out, Vlad The Impaler iced out,
- Never just sit or pipe down, those dreams are a little right now,
- Those dreams are little— ah, nightmarish, and just psyched out,
- The stress I gave to my nurse Renaee, her face of pain,
- My words of grief, I convert the grief into sober feats,
- I can be emotional, when I wrap Saran this holy beat,
- Yet the drums still kicking, kiss and tell, like a forest leaf,
- I know the lead, definite quiet over me, better silence is
- Onto me, heading to closer islands to show I’m free,
- Yo, as God my witness, I toss bricks, watch 'em sizzle in the skillet,
- Too many lames pressed, my circle's tight, medics, killers, still lit,
- Need a soul to squeeze? I'm that dude, lean, shrug, perfected the script,
- Got one word for that powder, black magic, call it tar, no myth,
- I'm the first to clock moves, been lurkin’ through them blue nights thick,
- Silent but deadly, pipe tucked, wrench or iron, pick your casket quick,
- Set it then jet, eyes peeled, yeah, a Hoover vet schooled my grip,
- Told me I'm godly with it, even saints duck when my clip spit,
- Possible? Yes, God existence got the block talkin’ in riddles cryptic,
- Apostles nod, my sorrow’s scripture, every verse a crucifix,
- Now your getting the Godly picture, uh.
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