Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time Travel Scratch, artist - Senser. Album song To the Capsule, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 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. |