Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killing Time, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Still Sickly Business, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Killing Time |
Yeah |
Yo, this is Sage representin Secret Service, yo Welcome to my world kid I’ve been waitin for a long time |
You come with memories and leave with a free will and a strong mind |
It’s all fine I hope your girl came prepared |
My facial hair is like a web I’m catchin knowledge in my beard |
Not much is kept though, I let go into the dying hunger |
I’m catching teardrops on my tongue from the crying thunder |
Why am I younger than you thought I was? |
be patient |
Soon enough you’ll see through my physical into a soul that’s ancient |
My mental age exceeds my chronological it seems illogical |
Full comprehension remains marginal |
Fully phenomenal wait forever for invasion |
Time, it ain’t nothin but an unsolved equation |
My mind is a prefound universe filled with curse words |
My rhyme is a release of peace thought as I disperse verbs |
Design a plan of escape into oblivion |
Seriously I can’t withstand the land that we’re both living in Come with me and give me support, supply assistance |
We’ll drive the distance and probably die in the persistence |
Of breaking free from the age old constraints |
Infinity continues, the life force curls fate |
The energy drains from the power surges, devoured the urges |
The fear is primal when the final hour emerges |
Procrastinate and wait until the last minute |
My ass is in it, to win, for an infinite |
Number of light years as I fight fears that I felt |
Since time began let my mind expand with no help |
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine |
Putting a chill in my spine, ready and willing I’m |
Killing Time |
Couldn’t be no iller crime |
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine |
Killing Time |
Before I reach my prime |
Killing time, Killing time |
I grab ahold of the hour hand that’s got too much power man |
Devouring my hopes every now and then |
I try to break it down again Go from plan A through Z Smoothly my mission turns into a murder mystery movie |
Move me into a better rap protection witness program |
Don’t understand Time is no time to have fear for no man |
Your whole clan could hold scams I got schemes that ain’t been tried before |
That’s what you’re dying for I’m hiding from the law |
Ducking cops, aimlessly bucking shots |
Open one day for a lucky hit and time *ucking stops |
Line up for props I’m out to get mine with a time-seeking tech nine |
Get the job done before my deadline |
My schedule’s tight I’m knocking off years on my calendar |
Decades of game play without a challenger |
My excalibur is getting cold and rusty can’t get a soul to trust me Time took its toll and left me old and dusty |
Whew! |
Blow off the dust mites I just might bust mics |
Put up fights throw fisticuffs and thrust strikes |
With enough might to hold it off in the meantime |
Cuz Time ain’t nice I’m climbing for life so I don’t mind the price |
I have to pay day after day to make the laughter stay |
And teardrops fade away |
Understand the plan, scheme, scam, and plot |
Remove your lips from the bottle and your hammer from the glock |
I’m tryin to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine |
Putting a chill in my spine ready and willing I’m |
Killing Time I’m killing killing time |
Trying to make the clock draw blood while I be spilling mine |
I’m Killing Time |