| And if time won’t tell
|
| I’mma beat it 'till it will
|
| I’mma beat it into obedience
|
| I said I said aye
|
| My fly goose swoops, flew south, new routes
|
| Yeah
|
| I see ya blooming in the drought tho
|
| Never seen this color before, what you call it?
|
| Never see this moment again, would you pause it?
|
| Thirsty for that new, reaching for the faucet
|
| Ya mother must got some chicken broth
|
| How you so thick and saucy, i know
|
| Aye, tired of grinding for?
|
| You know i got to do this thing proper-like
|
| All hail Bambaataa like
|
| Not the A&R's baby momma type
|
| Raise a brainchild like a proud father might
|
| Said ain’t no tellin' where this road ends
|
| Kinda like a solo by Thelonious (Monk)
|
| While I’m on it, I’ma focus-ah
|
| While they was out blowing they signing bonus
|
| I got you open like esophagus’s with some doughnuts
|
| Throwing? |
| aim the throne til its over with
|
| They thought it wouldn’t rain
|
| On some Tone, Tony, Ton' shit
|
| Well, I’ma keep pouring my time into these flows
|
| Thinking I could freeze it if I get cold enough
|
| I’m hoping so |