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.