This is a song about "Time machine"

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Come see real niggas on my team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Say you through will all my foul ways

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me