[Geechi Suede]
Bacardí Límon, a zone, I'm gone
I'm diving in the doja at night, my light, my life
I'm trapped inside illusion, in flight
I'm lost, I'm found, my sound was designed by dusk
Clogging emotions and I'm bleeding, I'm lusk
[Sonny Cheeba]
Out the hour gla**, magic, my tragic is often alternate
What's the motive? To ride in automotives
Explosives will blast every time we coast this
Too much roaches in the ashtray, too high
[Geechi Suede]
Infatuated, I never graduated
But I'm happy that you made it
Cause I'm always getting faded, and my ninjas they be dated
Cause they ain't gettn' no fetti but they esso is heavy
And they aim is always ready
[Sonny Cheeba]
What's the meaning of thought? From an escort
Caught when you launch, she just thought and open closed doors
Off shore accounts count, pen taught to an hourgla** temptress
Take ahead and stone, who think they in a storm
[Hook]
Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it
But about six billion junkies be believin'
They running out of time, they want more time
They need more time
Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it
But about six billion junkies be believin'
They running out of time, they want more time
They need more time
[Geechi Suede]
My mind can't see it, my body can't define it
But when I hear the hunger of the younger
I'm reminded, I'm feeling like I'm blinded
I don't follow awareness
And all of the moves that I make seems to be careless
Can, Can I move my thoughts around?
Can I move my life around? Will time make me drown?
Will I find another way? Can I get a definition?
Can I get a new position? Will I find a new approach?
Will it take the pain away?
[Sonny Cheeba]
Have a cilantro slice
Get your splice to Sinatra
Screaming that the city is mine
Often ten tin men can catch, a sky walk off a Spielberg
Soon to spill it back, in a gla**
Can't chastise no one, unless your rooks and queens in a line
Checkmate maybe, maybe we on a love boat
We loving Timber Wolves, maybe it's the Knicks off the shoulder
Love potion 99, slow down the timeline
[Hook]
Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it
But about six billion junkies be believin'
They running out of time, they want more time
They need more time
Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it
But about six billion junkies be believin'
They running out of time, they want more time
They need more time
[Verse 4]
How can you rock when you constantly on the clock?
How do you determine what's real and what's not?
You either in the past like the words of Martin Luther
Or all up in the future like Michael J. Fox
I stay in the now, cause that's where all the power be
No minutes, no seconds, even hours freeze
Without the help of Sour D
I easily overcome all my cowardly, thoughts
That once held a ninja back
Now I'm karate kicking, until the end of rap
At least until the end of me, but how you in infinity
[Hook]
Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it
But about six billion junkies be believin'
They running out of time, they want more time
They need more time