Wrinkle In Time

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Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Suddenly I had the urge to purge the mental
A smooth instrumental blessed my temple
With a tempo
Spread through my headpiece like gangrene
But since this MC 's a mic feign
All you heard was the track scream
The scene
Bopping on two-fifth
Rolling with the number one clique
We just ripped our first hit
Had the ride and all that
But the night was so fat
We trooped to to get the black sack
Impact upon contact
Blast from the hash
Closed my eyes for a second
Found myself in a strange land
I seen microphones hangin from the sky
Instinct got the best of me
I started to rhyme
For each rhyme that I ripped I heard another
Looked around and laughed thinking
It's my mud slinging brothers
Saw no one to verify my thoughts
So I thought
Was I lost in New York
Hit the ti
So I could sort
That's when the voices came back
Felt brain cells react
Heard thousands of fat tracks
That made my soul clap
I'm trapped in a house of styles
Made to battle the buck wild
Separate man and child
Meanwhile
I held my microphone
Till death do us part
Slayed one hundred floating styles
Coming straight for my heart
Went through infinite chambers of death
But death's not a future prospect
I ain't here to take my last breath
For seven days and nights it went on
Revolved three sixty degrees to hard to solve
Dissolved the whole attack with the Boom Bap
Intact was the steel in my hand
While all the other microphones cracked
Blacked out came to
Saw my crew
Sipping Heineken brew
And it was through
In this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
I be
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
I be
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Just zoning in this wrinkle in time
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Just zoning in this wrinkle in time
But still

But still I can't shake off this feeling of death
Physical spiritual rest
Seems what's next
So I grab the tech
But somehow
I know the steel won't be enough
Higher powers to snuff
No bluff
So I walk tough
My thoughts begin to drift about the after
My peeps and all the laughter
A small boy who wants to be a rapper
Gun clappers clapping brought me back
I hit Tic-tac for the sack
One to head
Now I watch my back
On my way to White Park where I could spark
Cracked the owl
Broke the boom
With my infrared in the dark
A black stain in my brain signified
My other half felt my pain
So myself had to oblige
Live cause it was Saturday night
Scene shady
Went to see my lady
Not on a physical but mental trip
One last kiss it was like bliss
In my ear I heard the hiss
So I continued my mish
Coals hit the fire
As I sparked the night air
Cares were trapped in the unconscious
Like my eyes in a stare
Share my fate with better times
Yeah I know
But still
I'm feeling like Christ
Death predetermined on the down low
Took my brain cells out of suffering with another hit
Ripped through scenes in my life like old flicks
My body lit
Spit flow into piles
Gave birth to styles
Inflict scripts pre-flipped
By my lips in the cell file
Meanwhile peeps jumped on the scene
Like Spike said action
Reaction relief as Born sparked the green leaf
My feet moved to the beat
Pumping from streets
Heat overwhelmed space around me
Then I heard rounds g
Caught in crossfire
Last I heard was Party Sway
Caught by a stray
Walking in Zion from day to day
As I wait to exhale
As I wait to exhale
Just

Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
I be
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
I be
Zoning in this wrinkle in time
Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

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