Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wavelength , by - Timeless TruthRelease date: 18.02.2016
Song language: English
Wavelength |
| Time Truth, the wrecking crew |
| Start the demo |
| You didn’t get the message |
| Then you must’ve missed the memo |
| My M.O., show spectacular vernacular |
| Brain surgeon |
| Got me swerving in the Acura |
| Skip the salad, compose a ballad |
| Oil paintings up on the canvas |
| That was lifted from my palette |
| The OG’s stamped the crew |
| We the recruits |
| Now we’re taking knots out like a Swedish masseuse |
| And bless the whole block |
| Cop a ice cream truck |
| A nice clean buck while you in the dice game stuck |
| Ya’ll Lil' Mama’s on the stage of the Empire State |
| Tri-colored kicks lighting up the entire place |
| On a fast track, holding Goldman Sachs stacks |
| Flashbacks being broke |
| Now we banking on the NASDAQ |
| Keep the trash rap |
| Bottom of the bottle, yeah we tap that |
| Take a swig, nigga pass that |
| On the strength |
| Dropping gems |
| Get on the wavelength |
| Wild Style criminals in the state pen |
| Been awhile, touch ground |
| Now we made men |
| Move proper |
| Every dollar got to make cents |
| Dropping gems |
| Get on the wavelength |
| Wild Style criminals in the state pen |
| Been awhile, touch down |
| Now we made men |
| Move proper |
| Every dollar got to make cents |
| Recline, chill |
| Rhyme skill to climb hills |
| Sign, seal if you cutting a mill |
| While your diamonds on the dills |
| We defining the real |
| Why you whining like you shining |
| In an armored DeVille |
| Queens native the speech |
| Savor unique flavor |
| Skill labor, piling paper til I see acres |
| Save the compliments, we reign dominant |
| It’s ominous, cold rocking it |
| Crushing continents |
| Clutch flow, out for the gusto if you must know |
| Fiend for O like jumbo’s when the funds low |
| Piecing the puzzle with fat caps and Rusto’s |
| Stomping your cypher with fat raps to crush foes |
| Timeless! |
| Like the last second in a Game 7 |
| Early retirement, settle with the pay severance |
| Cross the line, I’ll crossfire when we blaze weapons |
| Our Father, Hail Mary, now embrace Heaven |
| They take a page from the playbook |
| And call it flattery |
| But their melody be sounding like a parody |
| And for the sake of clarity |
| I’m dealing with reality |
| Start talking salary and skip the technicalities |
| It’s real in the field |
| Time to grind |
| Cause I’m ill with the quill when I sign my rhyme |
| While ya’ll bail on the bill when it’s time to dine |
| Bout time for Time Truth |
| Time to shine |
| On the climb, check the stock, kid |
| Keep 'em boxed in |
| Shoot the fair one |
| Make you feel like it’s a mosh pit |
| Talk slick and they’re telling me it’s God’s gift |
| Whip a Drop 6, shift will make 'em car sick |
| Frontline, ya’ll the niggas that took cover |
| The Brook Brothers, still gutter |
| That’s why the hood loves us |
| Ya’ll niggas salvage the outlets to live, sucka |
| Architects with the outfits to mix butter |
| My man X-P, he on the Wavelength |
| R-T-N-C, he on the Wavelength |
| My man Roc Mars, he on the Wavelength |
| You know the Outdoorsmen, they on the Wavelength |