All in Time
Say the kid drunk but the f@&#s don't listen
Blame it on luck, put their minds in prisons
Rhythmic composition's my vision
- pause - recidivism their given
Linguistic hedonism they're smitten
Brown-brick weed is the weed they're hittin'
How you gunna rap with a rap like that
With a rhyme so wack it lacks its own craft?
Put it on wax when I put you on blast
When the verse ends fly the flag half-mast
Rhymes like dimes, your rhymes like trash
Red Fox said "gotta wash yo ass"
Erase the days away the way we
Blaze is three alarm fires
Case the joint, in point we came prepared
Your face looks mad tired
Try to keep up, kid I drained six cups
Try to act tough, kid these fiends look rough
Peeps wanna peek what it's like to be me
Then they all fall asleep only took one puff
No one knows the dreams you clutch
No one knows your name, not much
Grease and Sweeps got the backseat freaks
All the dope they need, "In Dunes They Trust"
If the world ends kid, I'm a get high
Smoke few bones, close my eyes
Bust a move smooth, side to side
Grease gunna make it by and by
Sweeps gunna make it by and by
All my people been on my mind
Dunes the crew you never thought you knew
Would make it through, all in time
Think the kid high, but the rhyme scheme's mythic
Punches cryptic, pugilistic
Spitting with a rhythm other rappers ain't hittin'
Kid he mighta been a villain, now he's puttin' on a clinic
I'll slow it down for low-down brows
With bourgeois cows F&@% YOU
Ladies I've been hanging with will never-ever touch you
Tolstoy said fuck wack MC's
Chekhov said to clap their knees
Finger on the trigger, yo my liver got bigger
Now I'm rapping with a vigor since I snatched this Breeze
Labi Siffre, snatched that steez
Remember My Songs rhymes replete
Engendered tempers, clap pretenders
Smack rear-enders, scene complete
I once Heard that Kierkegaard could
Flex so hard his legs bowed
I once saw a broken jaw
Get made while stoned in Petco
I once smelled a new fresh hell
It's Emo rap for children
All these Auto-tuned crooners
Getting stuck spooning their egos - BUT -
If the world ends kid, I'm a get high
Smoke few bones, close my eyes
Bust a move smooth, side to side
Grease gunna make it by and by
Sweeps gunna make it by and by
All my people been on my mind
Dunes the crew you never thought you knew
Would make it through, all in time
*You know who you are, swig a jar if you get this*
Blame it on luck, put their minds in prisons
Rhythmic composition's my vision
- pause - recidivism their given
Linguistic hedonism they're smitten
Brown-brick weed is the weed they're hittin'
How you gunna rap with a rap like that
With a rhyme so wack it lacks its own craft?
Put it on wax when I put you on blast
When the verse ends fly the flag half-mast
Rhymes like dimes, your rhymes like trash
Red Fox said "gotta wash yo ass"
Erase the days away the way we
Blaze is three alarm fires
Case the joint, in point we came prepared
Your face looks mad tired
Try to keep up, kid I drained six cups
Try to act tough, kid these fiends look rough
Peeps wanna peek what it's like to be me
Then they all fall asleep only took one puff
No one knows the dreams you clutch
No one knows your name, not much
Grease and Sweeps got the backseat freaks
All the dope they need, "In Dunes They Trust"
If the world ends kid, I'm a get high
Smoke few bones, close my eyes
Bust a move smooth, side to side
Grease gunna make it by and by
Sweeps gunna make it by and by
All my people been on my mind
Dunes the crew you never thought you knew
Would make it through, all in time
Think the kid high, but the rhyme scheme's mythic
Punches cryptic, pugilistic
Spitting with a rhythm other rappers ain't hittin'
Kid he mighta been a villain, now he's puttin' on a clinic
I'll slow it down for low-down brows
With bourgeois cows F&@% YOU
Ladies I've been hanging with will never-ever touch you
Tolstoy said fuck wack MC's
Chekhov said to clap their knees
Finger on the trigger, yo my liver got bigger
Now I'm rapping with a vigor since I snatched this Breeze
Labi Siffre, snatched that steez
Remember My Songs rhymes replete
Engendered tempers, clap pretenders
Smack rear-enders, scene complete
I once Heard that Kierkegaard could
Flex so hard his legs bowed
I once saw a broken jaw
Get made while stoned in Petco
I once smelled a new fresh hell
It's Emo rap for children
All these Auto-tuned crooners
Getting stuck spooning their egos - BUT -
If the world ends kid, I'm a get high
Smoke few bones, close my eyes
Bust a move smooth, side to side
Grease gunna make it by and by
Sweeps gunna make it by and by
All my people been on my mind
Dunes the crew you never thought you knew
Would make it through, all in time
*You know who you are, swig a jar if you get this*
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Yancey Bullock
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