I'm breakin' em, see fake wolves down like states Sets rates, sets the tone up, town paid Sets financial goals in game, everything in sleuth The crib, the moon, the jewels, your gods to truly Die to live for the wealth of what is wealth When there is no true self in the storms of Babylon Shines Teflon in the form of sunlight At night I write in seclusion, knowledge is my ground Skyborne is the conclusion, vision, fusion Your age is illusion, I find that vision comes to the blind When they lookin' at my rhymes through a thick cloud of smoke I'm bound to choke in quantities of OZs Custom models, too much weight for its own good My hands fold to clutch mics and burn em all quicker than crucifixes Ways that contradict the words of Ms. Blues to the K-Bird Props by strong nigga H, verbs from my lip or slate A blind written ass MC, any day, any time, anybody, anywhere Skills born from my scalp like hair while you're goin' ballin' Fallin' off the breeze, just callin' Your baby's fallin' off the tree top and as the breeze blows The head rubs through rocks and where the earth breaks Wacky MC's shall fall and down will come the devil The bitch niggas and all Time keeps tickin' while my style stays raw The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my rhymes stay raw The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my style stays raw The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my rhymes stay raw I provide a glance so bright, I make the stare of hell's eyes squint In the game of life, the few who win are the good men In the field of dreams, a newborn's cry blends To become the last scream of the dyin', goin' with the wind My brain's high, floats fast, too fast to move the physical frame Get on sail across the infinite planes What's real is the pin section, feel intimate Aggressions and feelings, heat up my ceiling like a great *** Rhymes kill yet still multiply I build new formulas to destroy when my divine gems spill at will All the passion I homicide, the numbers of genocide And the hate that wanders in suicide Combine then make my thoughts glow Then provide a flow that'll bomb till I can't bomb no more Creepin' in mental fragment material Smells your soil, step clear while the oil's boilin' Sizzlin' thought up in your atmosphere Is still like Grand Wagoneers Through my juggles, the rap must fear See, I got the rap most feared Cuz I keep comin' back till you ain't comin' back I'm paintin' you black and you've been marked with darkness Heart beats of life and yet life will beat your heartless The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' and the rhymes stay fall The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my style stay fall The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my style stay fall The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my style stay fall The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Impact of a clock, when my seeds fill up a body bag Moves be beggin' me for sunlight Crews be beggin' me for mic runs Nuns be beggin' me for forgiveness Jehovah's when I'm called by the witness Niggas lookin' elsewhere to find God or never see God Hittin' heads with the real *** like Farad Deeper than the Quran My style sharp and heavier than a steel axe At least I know my *** gets deeper than two black I hear all the bull*** but don't show it through black Kojak's bar but couldn't get closer to your brain The devil, I'm makin' rain, I came to relieve the pain My blood stains the streets every day Lookin' outside for a better way I got to survive You got Uncle Tom's, I talk bad about black folk I came to this land as a domestic import Pain flows through the veins of thought In my town, money to gain It's a sport that's played by many a friend to me At first we was teammates, but now we're your enemies I guess that's the laws of the earth If you ask for green, it's a loop Black is the niggas, red is the bloodshed of the dead Take a long blow for your man with a shell in his hand Peace to all the felons, my ***'s so deep It's part of your cerebellum I swear to my fat dicks, I break it with long stroke But after I clump it, the God is done Time keeps tickin' while my style stays full The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my rhyme stays full Time keeps tickin' while my style stays full The strong stay standing while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my style stays full The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my rhyme stays full The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall Time keeps tickin' while my rhyme stays full The strong stay standin' while the weak ones fall