Текст песни Hometime 2.0 - FMA + 12 Gage

Here we go son
We're one of a kind, there's no-one like us
The equation for that is that
Us plus no-one equals automatically awesome
We're a force of pure force of course
We're a sore on the source of the cause
Eruptin' like a cannonball
You know that I know that you're all full of jealousy
I want you to know that you made me a better me
All that I wanted was a friend or an enemy
To while away the minutes but instead I've been
Improvin' 'n' provin' I'm ruthless
With my son at my side I'm a do this
Never bow down, never back down
Step out the background
Better make a choice now
I choose this

It's just that father like son rap
The time it has come back
The signs have aligned with no time to counteract back
Count on that fact
Curtains close on the act
Times almost up-up-up-up
Fade to black

With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake
With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace
The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done
Just take a look at the proof, just look at what you've become

Shut the fuck up, Dad
I'm a mutt in a rut 'n' I'm bad but
I'm glad I found my way out of the bad books
Now look, I'm sick of the sly looks. I've piled up
My rhymes books 'n' meathooks
Cos I
Painted a picture 'n' tore it to bits
Laboured for days 'til the force emits
Capable of creatin' a quake to tear off lips
Labelled heretics
We're a rarity pricks
We don't care about anythin' you spit
The darkest, hardest, artists
It's FMA + 12 Gage bitch

It's just that father like son rap
The time it has come back
The signs have aligned with no time to counteract back
Count on that fact
Curtains close on the act
Times almost up-up-up-up
Fade to black

With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake
With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace
The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done
Just take a look at the proof, just look at what you've become

One, I sum my CV up in numerical order while I'm performing
Two, there I go with my ego 'n' teetotal rappin' father
Three, contemplate this
I'm a pre-teen's faeces pretty much an underage shit
Four, my anger
Five, I'm
Six, double it
Twelve, Gage

With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake
With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace
The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done
Jump-jump-jump-jump, just look at what you've become

With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake
With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace
The lesson's over son, you've graduated, it's done
Jump-jump-jump-jump, just look at what you've become

With every step I take, I'm one step closer to my own wake
With every minute, closer to my limit, pick up the pace
The show is over, the curtains fallin', it's done
And we're just silhouettes stood against the settin' sun