paroles de chanson Timeless - Braidz

In the land of the dividends damn all these business men
Always into war like their captains are minute men
I'm back on a mission kid to shrapnel civillians
When I blast back and they don't act like they're listening
Amateur hacks, I be crack's and they're kiddy script
Watch me hook lines like my raps on some fishing shit
Make the track slap like my sack when I'm hitting it
So bitch give me brain like she matched with a living dead
People be talking I hear all the bickering
Like he's been too dormant he's gotta be wishing kid
I'm back and I'm hungry I've been on some Snickers shit
I'mma make the crowd hype like it's me off my Ritalin
But shit I be calm from chopping these mixes
'Nuff green in my blood to see poverty ended
I came a long way from knocking down fences
Now we taking down your shit like it's copyright infringement
Rocked with my equipment got inspired to flip shit
Was gonna write some diss shit to drop like commitments
Locked in by the listeners they're calling me a million
In that hot seat made of fire where the king sits!
On another plane in a lobby with spirits
They call me PC I be toppling the system
Can't see me on the beat I'm John Cena with the rhythm
Sharp tongue so I think I've gotta pop into the Dentist
'Cause it's messing up my teeth when I gobble ya for breakfast
You can copy on the Census but you're not in our Division
We Timeless...