Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time And Place , by - Propaganda. Song from the album Out Of Knowhere, in the genre Release date: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
Time And Place |
| In a basic four-four, y’all cats would probably be amazed |
| The amount of ways that we can variate the things we say |
| The heart remain on page, blood stains are stain integrity |
| Don’t stand next to me, I’m bound to bounce around your lethargy |
| Not to mention, need a stronger search engine to see these images |
| Escape your netscape to communicate in rhyme scrimmages |
| Still gotta 'fend my face, I’m like David, don’t talk |
| I got that slingshot with five giants traced in chalk |
| Mystic heat rock rap skipper, rip a fallacy |
| Too much to be held by Big Dipper |
| Watch me water of life sipper |
| in and out that snare kick, where’d that cat get his flow? |
| Done for them fellow warriors at underground shows in stereo |
| Holy Ghost got the rhyme book then |
| Veteran this drill sergeant |
| Your soul’s my target |
| 360 don’t you dare spark it |
| I’ll push through 720, one time around just ain’t enough |
| Third-generation mic master, call my bluff |
| There’s a time, there’s a place |
| And there’s a space |
| For everything, everything |
| Tryna write the illest project ever blessed the alphabet |
| 'Til they take 'em and Cali quake 'em until God split the minister |
| Windmills of flair, nappy hair not so debonair |
| Spray raps up in the air so it rains my thoughts |
| Pain don’t start convicting your sinister misleading lie speaking |
| Memory light beacon, Propaganda post-heathen |
| less stuff than I should and if my clothes and shoes match |
| Best walk if I could in hopes my flows like flu catch |
| Fire and soul froze stand still inspire |
| Them cats who chose to admire y’all rhyme liars |
| Don’t accept they fliers, laugh at 'em when in cyphers |
| They insight be outright outlandish, can’t stand it |
| Hindsight, I choose to rhyme right over limelight |
| Hopefully yo there’s no hope for thee |
| I’m |
| Hope to give y’all poetry to change the scope of the thought |
| And openly explode when your time unfolds |
| There’s a time, there’s a place |
| And there’s a space |
| For everything, everything |
| I’m a crooked-way-made-straighter |
| Track rider, fifty-fifty rail skater |
| Kickflip indie grab, grab mic and blab |
| Verse after verse quench thirst, search word for the origin |
| Elohim creating helped mature me |
| I’m working on undoing this twisted way of thinking |
| Subduing this will of flesh, better yet surrendering |
| Rendering anything that’s hindering my ministry dead weight |
| Peep game, pump brakes, slow roll, gain control |
| Avenge time, enemies stolen get cold out here |
| Contentment grown impatient, it can’t hold for many years |
| I’m through speaking on fear and such just don’t concern me |
| Immersed into the mind surgeon, my soul is done searching |
| Pros at angle working, twice like oversize people |
| Now people now understand bless the Son of Man |
| Ultimate rhyme expanse the influence of our family |
| Still got beef with gravity, please don’t get mad at me |
| There’s a time, there’s a place |
| And there’s a space |
| For everything, everything |