I know about time About the grind I know what's mine is mine And I know what line is fine I know you don't need limes to shine Or blow to make the crime unwind But hope and dope entwine in rhymes Because both evoke a timeless side Reproached to cope in dry confines My oath to locust tied in time The rope-a-dope reprise and mime Let go and spoke to mine when I Eloped by vote to blind sublime Stroked my open eyes and mind Focused on dough Because the flow was prophesized. Hear Here (Verse 3): http://bit.ly/194c1Kg