Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time Travel Scratch , by - Senser. Song from the album To the Capsule, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 10.10.2013
Record label: Imprint
Song language: English
Time Travel Scratch |
| Back the fuck up, back up, step back you cats |
| This is the time travel scratch |
| And there’s no match for the best batch you hacks |
| Time contracts to opal stacks and space reacts |
| Delivered value soul, fake rock’n roll’s unrolled |
| Discarded ribbon opposed |
| The fact that we are best is just a given |
| Because this is not rap this is a psychic transmission |
| And if you listen with precision and focus your vision |
| You’ll see my mind is sayin something that my mouth isn’t |
| A first layer of meaning and a second that’s hidden |
| The patterns that ride with em refracted like prisms |
| I strip the thoughts that you call the lines of division |
| Truly fly defied lies and mind-isms |
| Fight the battle to topple temples of fascism |
| Blizzard rhymes, you’re snow blind in my rhythms |
| Time slipper, ground breaker and they call it a style |
| Genetic load stacking like a bug in the sap |
| I’m the mad cat with fat stats, ready to rap |
| This is the option integrated with free form genetic design |
| I’ll take your mind over the line |
| Cause it’s so raw to the fuller floor I bring you more |
| Me and dj awe we’ve done this type of shit before |
| voyage to the centre, the war and an encore |
| Metaphors are better than the best of my competitors |
| Magnitude immense is your new best friend bet |
| your last pound space time will bend |
| I extend |
| They all end |
| Gonna rock other dimensions cause my beats transcend |
| I put them punks in groups they get snapped like kit kats |
| I’m rollin through these overtures but yours are «ric rac» |
| Riding the rings of Saturn like it was a slip matt |
| Thought you were thinking big but my shit just eclipsed that |
| The big bang to the sun’s death through a mini jack |
| From cylinders of wax cassettes to dats |
| John Morgan rocks the battle beats with a splash of the high hats |
| And no, there’s never been ever been nothing like that |
| I said there’s never been ever been nothing like that |
| oh yo, step into my flow |
| Set the controls for yore, steady as she goes |
| Cause I’m loaded to blow |
| Controlling the show |
| I lay em out shoulder to toe |
| So now that you know |
| I’m used to keeping it on and on |
| I’ve been down for so long I spit the protong |
| When I get my flows on |
| Take you back to the ice age so keep your coat on |
| visit the dogon in my luminous craft |
| Neolithic, neanderthal man kicking the can. |