Time Machine

Nine to five grind, tryna combine it with rhyming.
In the firing line for the rights and the time to be mining
for the diamonds, redesigning timing, refining my writing
until the fire is vibrant and the lines I'm providing are kind of enticing.
Lyrically, the type to have a fight with a giant
with one of my hands tied up and still survive the assignment.
While you cry at the sight of some violence,
I've got my eyes on the prize,
aspiring to be likened to some of the nicest on mic devices.
Not in it for the money or even to get applause,
more to ensure I spit fire when they press record.
A humble desire to entertain that often gets ignored.
Steadily evolving into one of the best for sure.
Rest assured.
Guarantee my effort's not less than yours,
but these rappers act unimpressed, of course.
While I rip mics, they just wreck the chords.
I'm down by 27 before they commence the 4th.
2002, Shaquille jumps, get's the board.
8:20 to go, outlets the ball,
Kobe gives it back, puts it in the net for sure.
Thirty seconds to go, game tied, ball falls from the hands of Nash.
O'Neal - credit with the steal.
Kobe Bryant spins off the dribble for the game-winner, gets the score!
In other words, my heart beats in my chest with force.
Demonstrated my determination with a metaphor.

Took a ride in a time machine
to get advice from a wiser me,
and he told me,
'If you want to find the peace,
learn how to ride the beats
and speak boldly.'
Took a ride in a time machine
to get advice from a wiser me,
and he told me,
'If you want to find the peace,
learn how to ride the beats
and speak boldly.'

Better beats, better flows, better substance.
Live by the sword? Die by the gun, buster.
Got better beats, better flows, better substance.
Live by the sword? Die by the gun, blood sucker.
Better beats and better flows and better substance.
You wanna live by the sword? Die by the gun, buster.
I've got better beats, better flows, better substance.
Live by the sword? Die by the gun, blood sucker.

Training to fly to remain in the sky.
Aim to be game-changing just like Dwyane Wade in his prime.
I painstakingly try to say the craziest rhymes,
on a substance with the zaniest mind
until it's high-maintenance maintaining the high.
They said the sky's the limit, but I'm an astronaut
who puts active thought
into the way the track's recorded
'cause that's important.
On an intergalactic traffic report
and I'm so drunk, vision
is so stuffed, spinnin'
while I'm rapping. Ever since my flow's crunk, rippin'
over a slow funk rhythm,
the amount of people who show love's risen.
Trust me, the amount of no fucks given
is greater than or equal to the amount of no fucks received.
Whether or not you have love for me,
there's much that we must achieve.
DJs and producers bring me cuts and beats.
I want assistance - get me Stockton.
Where the hell's a Hall of Famer when we want one?
Life's too short to list every problem,
but average rappers are releasing average songs very often.

Better flows and better substance.
You wanna live by the sword? Die by the gun, buster.
I've got better beats, better flows, better substance.
Live by the sword? Die by the gun, blood sucker.