Текст песни The Chronicle - J.R.C.

Now they saying it's insane
Why they calling me insane?
It's the chronicle of my life
It's the chronicle of my life

Now they saying it's insane
Why they calling me insane?
It's the chronicle of my life
It's the chronicle of my life

I'm in a time where time flows through all things
Yeah it's the future why it sound surreal
I mean of all things
Why say that for real?
So many second guesses
So many ways to feel
But now I'm the building my time piece is brilliant, huh
That's why I bring it up
Pull it up, yeah snap it
There ain't no cap, bitch
There ain't no ceiling that I cant hit
Ain't a limit to this shit
Yeah, I aim to make millions, but not off of this
It's only one of the things on my list
I'm in a window tinted flying down the sparkway
With my gang in the whip, uh
Famed by my fit, uh
Thang by the zip, uh
In my crosshairs, the future caught up in my aim
Know I've been scouting from afar took this album years to make
Hope it was worth it
Respect is earned, bitch
If you don't know that
You've got plenty to learn, then
Yeah, guess this is one of those tracks
That I can spit from the first bar to the last line, they mad
Cause they claiming my experiments ain't nothing but rap
You ain't changing nothing boy, at least those rhymes ain't whack
But damn the beats kinda slap
Lemme remind you of that
If the mixing solid too, then run it back for me stat
And tell me straight to my face
What about this ain't gas
If it's a valid critique you know I'm up to the task
To better myself, uh
Get off my cellphone, but
Ninety percent of my screen time
Is notes, writing quote-on-quote "weak rhymes"
Meet my sweet nine
Resorting to violence but
The flow so hot I don't need irons
Talk about flattening a curve
I'm curling close to a curvy bitch
I call it a nervous itch
Daily little devil on my shoulder with no angel to look over
Changing more than the weather but getting colder with time
Aging like a wine that's several winters old
I'm running close to end of the story like a star slowly dying away
A supernova or
Time running thin like grains in a glass
Won't stop until my flask runeth over
Yeah my mask slipping quick when the lyrics almost over
Yeah that's when I start kick it into overdrive, huh
Yeah my time machine is on another vibe, huh
Compare me to who?
In what universe am I that guy, huh?
Don't say these types of things around me
Might delay another year, keep developing my ear
If I sound too much like the shit you always hear
Then I haven't done my job there goes employee of the- uh
Nah this shit ain't bi-monthly
It's day by day, uh
Night by night I conquer my fears, here's the play by play
BK and Queens, went to the suburbs, where I made my name
Now they saying all this fame is just insane, huh

Now they saying it's insane
Why they calling me insane?
It's the chronicle of my life
It's the chronicle of my life

Now they saying it's insane
Why they calling me insane?
It's the chronicle of my life
It's the chronicle of my life