Wrinkle In Time Lyrics

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Suddenly I had the urge to purge the mental

A smooth instrumental blessed my temple

With a tempo

Spread through my headpiece like gangrene

But since this MC 's a mic feign

All you heard was the track scream

The scene

Bopping on two-fifth

Rolling with the number one clique

We just ripped our first hit

Had the ride and all that

But the night was so fat

We trooped to to get the black sack

Impact upon contact

Blast from the hash

Closed my eyes for a second

Found myself in a strange land

I seen microphones hangin from the sky

Instinct got the best of me

I started to rhyme

For each rhyme that I ripped I heard another

Looked around and laughed thinking

It's my mud slinging brothers

Saw no one to verify my thoughts

So I thought

Was I lost in New York

Hit the ti

So I could sort

That's when the voices came back

Felt brain cells react

Heard thousands of fat tracks

That made my soul clap

I'm trapped in a house of styles

Made to battle the buck wild

Separate man and child

Meanwhile

I held my microphone

Till death do us part

Slayed one hundred floating styles

Coming straight for my heart

Went through infinite chambers of death

But death's not a future prospect

I ain't here to take my last breath

For seven days and nights it went on

Revolved three sixty degrees to hard to solve

Dissolved the whole attack with the Boom Bap

Intact was the steel in my hand

While all the other microphones cracked

Blacked out came to

Saw my crew

Sipping Heineken brew

And it was through

In this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

I be

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

I be

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

But still

But still I can't shake off this feeling of death

Physical spiritual rest

Seems what's next

So I grab the tech

But somehow

I know the steel won't be enough

Higher powers to snuff

No bluff

So I walk tough

My thoughts begin to drift about the after

My peeps and all the laughter

A small boy who wants to be a rapper

Gun clappers clapping brought me back

I hit Tic-tac for the sack

One to head

Now I watch my back

On my way to White Park where I could spark

Cracked the owl

Broke the boom

With my infrared in the dark

A black stain in my brain signified

My other half felt my pain

So myself had to oblige

Live cause it was Saturday night

Scene shady

Went to see my lady

Not on a physical but mental trip

One last kiss it was like bliss

In my ear I heard the hiss

So I continued my mish

Coals hit the fire

As I sparked the night air

Cares were trapped in the unconscious

Like my eyes in a stare

Share my fate with better times

Yeah I know

But still

I'm feeling like Christ

Death predetermined on the down low

Took my brain cells out of suffering with another hit

Ripped through scenes in my life like old flicks

My body lit

Spit flow into piles

Gave birth to styles

Inflict scripts pre-flipped

By my lips in the cell file

Meanwhile peeps jumped on the scene

Like Spike said action

Reaction relief as Born sparked the green leaf

My feet moved to the beat

Pumping from streets

Heat overwhelmed space around me

Then I heard rounds g

Caught in crossfire

Last I heard was Party Sway

Caught by a stray

Walking in Zion from day to day

As I wait to exhale

As I wait to exhale

Just

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

I be

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Just zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

I be

Zoning in this wrinkle in time

Just zoning in this wrinkle in time