Noise SysteM - The Time Travel lyrics

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Noise SysteM - The Time Travel lyrics

[Verse] It used to be simplistic, now it's all about the image f**boys and twitter beefin, all about the riches You release sh**, get bad reception, start callin' out the critics Yet the work you did shouldn't of took a small amount to finish Yeah I'm on the top but started out with crawlin out the trenches And climbin up the ladder, puttin you all up outta business Now you all about to witness, how godly I am at this sh** Y'all act like pro skaters but prolly can't ollie over benches I remember back to the days, pa**in the j's Lookin for the wrappers, parents stashed em away Packin pot into an apple, rollin up with gum wrappers Get a heavy buzz w my cousins have fun after But I feel I've run outta laughter, I'm losin' my touch Cause since then I've felt that what I'm doin is much Confusin as f** All I want's a break, I just go stupid and nuts Runnin straight at others heads, no jukes and no ducks What the f**? One minute I'm on a drake type beat Next minute I'm on boom bap, man that ain't like me I guess it's my versitality, verses I burst em out of me Your mentality's f**ed if you think it won't hurt to battle me It will, the sk** I've contained, can k** sh** for days Y'all tried to burn my bridges down, but still it remains A villian who's caged, if I die, no one can fill in my space I'll take over the world, just hand me a drill and a mase I'll admit it, goddammit, some of my tracks are just nonsense I make em up so y'all can vibe, man I have to be honest Cause I ain't lyin' to the listeners I'm a lion with no whiskers I do this sh** for fun, y'all are just after the profit It's 2017 I gotta make my mind, and go with it No more back and forth crap, it's time to f**in own this sh** Throwin bricks at these haters, y'all b**hes can blow my dick It's the king of the craft, old school I'm bringin it back 16 years old, still slingin the hash This a hobby motherf**er you just singin' for cash So cross me I'm beatin your a**, in the street then I dash Almost a year pa**ed, since I was released; freedom at last Would be rich if I had a nickel for every teacher I had That'd get heated & mad, because I kept leavin their cla** To go to the lunchroom even though their food is cheaper than gas f** with me, I got ur girl, and have her feet on the dash A bad boy, if the front door locked, I creep in the back I'm keepin it rad, the rap game chief , and it's sad The moment I blow up I k** yall like a creeper attack I think it's petty the way that these rappers beef on a track But won't pull up because you know they'd get locked easy and fast But pull that bullsh** with me there's no f**in freebies I pa** So if you gotta problem write it on paper, stick it deep in your a** So popular I can't even take a leak in the gra** Without these people wavin at me, as they beep when they pa** But I don't give a f** I love it, that's the reason I rap f**, this rhymes over, I'll just leave it at that Hate leavin the past, wish I can take it back in atlanta Before I ever acted bananas, and had these bad manners Before I even became AyJay, who be snappin like cameras But f** it, I'm goin to bed now, I just did this track in pajamas