No Mind 4 Time
Ladies and babies, Hot mamas and winter dudes
I come to you in our perpetual interlude. With something crudely smooth
Now, I know this won't grab everyone's attention but that's not my mood
Or my problem. Figure that out on your own time, not mine
No, I am here to guide my mother smiles and grandfathers stride
For I am their bright puppy eyed child
With No Mind For Time
Ya resident's 7th biohazard
The black sludge trailing crumbs from the Cairo chasm
Silo for the solo pharaohs, eyeing the masses
Swapping spit like Oedipus kiss... brazzers
The soul sappers, divulging cults and thirsty thralls
Momma raised me proper, I'm not for the Foosball
See I'm done chasing, that sweat and chafing was brutal
Corner pocket the gossips and that includes your cue ball
That included your uhaul, your vocals attached
That concluded what you call, an opening act
A couple of white knucklers, honed in for my jugglers
Struggling to cut the curls of a young Fred Doug-a-lass
Trust me, we're rows apart, boy I'll choke you with open arms
Flows got em taken back like they're rowing to Rosa Parks
I'll Seal 6's kill switch, Black bolts limericks
On the road to victory and, would you know, the field's slick
Keep all thoughts lost, and phalanges crosses
This is purely instinctual
A self autonomous body of work
Riding your pulse with the First, second and third verse
A portrait of a free man slaving away at his craft
Black magic practiced in the name of my late Uncle Ennis
Guinness, Give me just a minute
I'm bout to strip the children ignorant to the concept of attention
With No Mind For Time
Coming off from the same clothe, is fabricated
I'l nick a teen, as a patch he needed, an active native
Each body's a work of art, like Mrs. jack rippers painting
They say they had me down to science, though gravely mistaken
Aggravated, cause scalping ain't fun, no cap
I Igor my ego, even he know when to take a hunch back
When the bell tolls, my shell toes, know it's time to crunch wrap
My gut snaps, my yap will run rap, and that's a dun lap
Aye spud, I stay flowing, sharpen each crease
Til my armor alone could spar a ton and flood streets
Prophets come in fleets will turn ghost, so look chief
I'll make confetti of the grunts and that's doubles for the elites
I was solo dolo, last time me and moon spoke
Now i'm backing my love for the track, as the groom, coach
If deflowering is game, til the death do us through quotes
Then I'll be daisy pushing with Luigi's mega shroom strokes
That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right
I got this job from being forthright
But being capable of cradling the Soft like
And beat em to the off white
I'll call you back when I'm clocking out. I'm on sight
I'll be here after they close up shop
And It's the song that never ends, my lamb as I chop chop
Slow the DNB down with some BDSM
As in my profession, This DM has No Mind For Time
I come to you in our perpetual interlude. With something crudely smooth
Now, I know this won't grab everyone's attention but that's not my mood
Or my problem. Figure that out on your own time, not mine
No, I am here to guide my mother smiles and grandfathers stride
For I am their bright puppy eyed child
With No Mind For Time
Ya resident's 7th biohazard
The black sludge trailing crumbs from the Cairo chasm
Silo for the solo pharaohs, eyeing the masses
Swapping spit like Oedipus kiss... brazzers
The soul sappers, divulging cults and thirsty thralls
Momma raised me proper, I'm not for the Foosball
See I'm done chasing, that sweat and chafing was brutal
Corner pocket the gossips and that includes your cue ball
That included your uhaul, your vocals attached
That concluded what you call, an opening act
A couple of white knucklers, honed in for my jugglers
Struggling to cut the curls of a young Fred Doug-a-lass
Trust me, we're rows apart, boy I'll choke you with open arms
Flows got em taken back like they're rowing to Rosa Parks
I'll Seal 6's kill switch, Black bolts limericks
On the road to victory and, would you know, the field's slick
Keep all thoughts lost, and phalanges crosses
This is purely instinctual
A self autonomous body of work
Riding your pulse with the First, second and third verse
A portrait of a free man slaving away at his craft
Black magic practiced in the name of my late Uncle Ennis
Guinness, Give me just a minute
I'm bout to strip the children ignorant to the concept of attention
With No Mind For Time
Coming off from the same clothe, is fabricated
I'l nick a teen, as a patch he needed, an active native
Each body's a work of art, like Mrs. jack rippers painting
They say they had me down to science, though gravely mistaken
Aggravated, cause scalping ain't fun, no cap
I Igor my ego, even he know when to take a hunch back
When the bell tolls, my shell toes, know it's time to crunch wrap
My gut snaps, my yap will run rap, and that's a dun lap
Aye spud, I stay flowing, sharpen each crease
Til my armor alone could spar a ton and flood streets
Prophets come in fleets will turn ghost, so look chief
I'll make confetti of the grunts and that's doubles for the elites
I was solo dolo, last time me and moon spoke
Now i'm backing my love for the track, as the groom, coach
If deflowering is game, til the death do us through quotes
Then I'll be daisy pushing with Luigi's mega shroom strokes
That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right
I got this job from being forthright
But being capable of cradling the Soft like
And beat em to the off white
I'll call you back when I'm clocking out. I'm on sight
I'll be here after they close up shop
And It's the song that never ends, my lamb as I chop chop
Slow the DNB down with some BDSM
As in my profession, This DM has No Mind For Time
Credits
Writer(s): Koji Jernigan
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