This is a song about "The essence of time and space"

Till the sentence is a essence,

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Of rhyme and the essence of time you have to cherish before

We're running out of space,

Slow and steady wins this race

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Amp up the meaning of words and crush time after time.

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Instead type it off into the cyber space and

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,