Burghtown - Fly Time lyrics

[Intro: Prototype] Can You turn my headphones down a little bit Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's good Uhh...yeah it's ya homey P to the Hyphen I'm real fly man I'm real close to G.O.D. man (believe it man) And this is not a test...just in case you was asking I come with that Poetic Justice [Verse 1] I move words with imagination Cocaine on a page, no exaggeration And you can say I'm impartial to confrontation But when confronted by a hater I'm uh exclamate em Well know for being expletative...so what you saying For black on black crizzy, I'm a native I'm having fun like, what I'm spose to do I order a shot of whatever's hot a pull up close to you See...when molecules move at velocities high Then that creates the heat that makes our time fly It's science Velvet Rope here to fore Around this time, Gift would use a metaphor My ambiance is like the perfect storm I can sit back, relax and watch it all from the porch (All I need is a gla** of peach tea schnapps n***a...I'm uh sit here and wait for storm chasers to cut on the cameras) [Hook and Verse 2 Intro] Smooth sh**...foreal There's a such thing man...as being too fly A n***a can't keep the Air Force off of him Priorities get crocked...before you know, you in a jam So what happenned... [Verse 2] My good man, it's elementary Some good men get sent to that penitentiary Some good men stay working for that delivery While some deliver with intents on ducking sentence for a long stint I...write sentence with sentiment Not the sugar or cinnamon scented, though we far from the innocence We closer to the gavel and the double digit integers My peers is on the stand but I don't recognize the liver percentage of them Do you...feel me like braille I k** time with ale...chased with NyQuil For fear that in time I may fail to Excel Microsoft...Type in the loft just for your entertainment This is Burghtown the Rhythm Nation Your time flying and you losing patience Or you crash and you burn...then you laugh and you learn Or you die stranded, starving on an iceberg like, what the f** happened man [Outro] Yeah But until then...I'm uh stay fly man On my NASA sh** (oh boi...nasty) Shouts to my n***a DJ Xeno what's good man My cousin Quest I still got you on them XXL mags baby Yeah...and I Buck 50 sh**....daaaaamn Black Inc...Burghtown