Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Timeless, artist - J-Live. Album song The Best Part Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2001
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
Timeless |
My style has no birth record |
You might know when my record was born |
And how I played my favorite classics till the needles was gone |
And truth say, you might know how my moms pushed in '76 |
Turned my world view inside out and one day |
But this goes back further than that, further than rap |
Before that first hospital slap |
Way beyond the confines of joy and pain |
Further than pride and shame |
Older than the foundation of the food chain |
To bore the understanding of an equal cypher |
With the consistency of daylight, I shine so bright |
I check 1,2 but I ain’t talking about no mic |
I check 1,2 and calculate the science of life |
To add things right and take care of my business |
Allowing me to handle my pleasure like a pirate does treasure |
My rhymes are burried too deep to measure by the sands of the hourglass |
In otherwords built to last |
(Hook) |
I keep it timeless because I take my time with it |
Respect goes out to civilized and committed |
Cuz once you hear the capital J, rap it’ll stay |
With you for awhile and it won’t go away |
I keep it timeless because I do my thing |
Regardless of the stress that your life might bring |
Cuz once you hear the capital J, rap it’ll stay |
With you for awhile and it won’t go away |
What do you do when you got 20 2-minute tasks and 10 minutes to deal with it |
And for the first 5 you bullshitted |
The scenario really best describes our folks |
Its like devils got plans and niggas got jokes |
Like an underdog team got hopes, but |
Hoop dream buzzer-beaters choke when y’all triple team point guards go nuts |
Power corrupts |
And its a shame cuz the hardest working squad gets left with the donut |
The front runners say «so what?» |
They can’t back their home team cuz they got no guts |
And high scorers check stats but they still have yet to win |
Plus tomorrow they’ll be riding the bench once again, you see |
In this game I’m not trying to be the M.V.P |
Cuz the enemy’s the clock and the referee |
Because its obvious the world is out of order |
I hope you wake up cuz we in the fourth quarter y’all.Timeless |
(Hook) |
Who pays dues plus sales tax |
Just to paint a picture with a thousand words |
Only to find out your visions is blurred |
Its absurd but still I observe |
How the brilliance of Blackness is missed when a sights unheard |
As old rhyme styles fester like dreams deferred |
New styles just might shine at God’s speed indeed |
But some still wear the mask that grins and lies |
Hides cheeks and shades eyes but I’m not suprised |
It’s no disguise cuz my five eyes remain all wise |
No excuse cuz the innocent is still down south, no escape |
We remain robbed, killed and raped |
Till you take back your mind and extract the lies |
But until then, I still utilize my pen |
To lead the lamb from the slaughter and a horse to the water |
Continuing the face the stress of lifes test |
With rhymes that impress the best cuz my mind is timeless |
(Hook) |