It's Time
Stars align
Always in time
Bound to find
What's on my mind
It's a part of my design
A part of me designed
When I fell into this world
Like a fruit from a vine
In these boots Ima climb
From the bottom of my spine
Back up to the shrine
Shaped like a pine
Behold the divine
In the middle of my head
Made in his image
Yeah we God in full effect
Blep! Blep!
Spray the tek
Me no tek no disrespect
From the energies that send for me?
Ye get left fi dead
Pay the debt before she come to collect
No mercy, she chef ya head of ya neck
It's tiiiiime, to collect
It's tiiiiime
It's tiiiiime, to collect
It's tiiiiime
When everything blows away
We gone see what they take home
When everything blows away
We gone see
Yeah the light too bright for these bitches
If they hide from the light
Then they might be malicious
Monitoring ya moves
To manifest ya slippin
Luckily you groove
To the most high's rhythm
That rhythmic precision
That powers your mission
The sound of intuition, talking to you if you listen
Listen!
Here's the keys to the prison you been in
Sitting, thinking you living
Missing what's really written
On the walls that we live in
So on these tracks I be hieroglyphing
Facts on the wax, in the forms of raps
I'm gifting
These man are just grifting
Never put a graveyard shift in
It's tiiiiime, to collect
It's tiiiiime
It's tiiiiime, to collect
It's tiiiiime
When everything blows away
We gone see what they take home
When everything blows away
We gone see
Always in time
Bound to find
What's on my mind
It's a part of my design
A part of me designed
When I fell into this world
Like a fruit from a vine
In these boots Ima climb
From the bottom of my spine
Back up to the shrine
Shaped like a pine
Behold the divine
In the middle of my head
Made in his image
Yeah we God in full effect
Blep! Blep!
Spray the tek
Me no tek no disrespect
From the energies that send for me?
Ye get left fi dead
Pay the debt before she come to collect
No mercy, she chef ya head of ya neck
It's tiiiiime, to collect
It's tiiiiime
It's tiiiiime, to collect
It's tiiiiime
When everything blows away
We gone see what they take home
When everything blows away
We gone see
Yeah the light too bright for these bitches
If they hide from the light
Then they might be malicious
Monitoring ya moves
To manifest ya slippin
Luckily you groove
To the most high's rhythm
That rhythmic precision
That powers your mission
The sound of intuition, talking to you if you listen
Listen!
Here's the keys to the prison you been in
Sitting, thinking you living
Missing what's really written
On the walls that we live in
So on these tracks I be hieroglyphing
Facts on the wax, in the forms of raps
I'm gifting
These man are just grifting
Never put a graveyard shift in
It's tiiiiime, to collect
It's tiiiiime
It's tiiiiime, to collect
It's tiiiiime
When everything blows away
We gone see what they take home
When everything blows away
We gone see
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Ajayi
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