[Verse 1]
Cold summer rise all play, get my lines cord raised
Black blood in the reigns so evil on the Lord's day
Who the fittest to be addressing the king?
I put my name in the list
My number hungry, eating everything
Every spoken word I hold is a war cry
A war child, everything is sight for a sore eye
They laid the crumbs on the floor
You see what the soul needs
They make you search for more
The facts are making your heart bleed
It's not free, take my sneakers and walk a mile
Jacquеline Hyde, the Rand is a gamblе, noose is the credit line
LDF the trite and remember the Titan
I came from 1632, from tyres screeching to a siren
Underground pressure like a diamond apex
Defining moments, Stanley Kubrick in The Shining
You can trace the steps
Golden arms hold the star, Napoléon Bonaparte
Militant style the look of Mongolian code of arms
They say you get celebrated but denigrated
It's the strangest when you meet cats in the street that can't tolerate it
The look on their face and their own words fail them
At the funeral they say something belated, seen the nation shaking
Anybody eating a piece is a thread of Czar
Will never [?], paddle hearted, designated vessel
Who's here to hold the hardships
Never running a profit
Who did everything they need to do out of pocket?
Look, we'll have to go with the baseline and the treble
Speaking through the music like a rebel with a straight spine
Never bending out of shape
Any time a soldier falls it's a loss for the cause
To it's all we came from the same tribe
You wanna say something on anything, huh
Establish the style of speaking straight from the gut
Or hold your peace, I make a blank canvas erupt
Reaching the pick damage the chances of your luck, risky
Gamble robbing like a cash transit truck
Air is thin if you travel high and the planets jump
Gotta have a light party, low key [?]
Energy circle is bigger, genius loci
Had to tell him I ain't come to play
'Cause here mission is far from the game of sovereign
It's official, it's King James
Higher stakes from a long drought waiting for spring rain
Spit my lungs without a frame like I'm waiting to switch names
[Verse 2]
The birth and resurrection [?]
The shot of [?] the hearse to the core
Like the burning assault
Layers of the skin growing over the open scars
Tapping nerve endings with a pencil leaving up the par
The diligence of a student
Trying to get another level antithesis of the god
It's gotta be the devil
Got a choice pattern boarding on a train cabin
MetroRail, always full in the morning people are scattered across
The platform every peak hour, coaches are packed
Wondering if you worship the weak power based on how odds are stacked
The train stopping at the stations it's follow
People hopping off and some hopping on
At the bottom with a problem
You peep through the window to check flash
If it ain't your station or your stop that's coming up next fast
Your heart's galloping and your brain is examining
Every last decision you made, a strange happening
So many felt too close to home already
The living can't really tell we're supposed to grow legendary
Legacy intact, longevity for everybody
Living on and hoping on staying with the memories
Endeavoring to be better
Dismental to the achitecture that told us we can't travel together
Reimagining and amending the firy iron
Like a blacksmith, till it's crystal clear for us
[Outro]
How much harder would you work if nobody remembered you?
What's the legacy about, is it for them or just for you?
If it didn't matter how or what you did or didn't do
How much harder would you push?
How much more would you do?
How much harder would you work if nobody remembered you?
What's the legacy about, is it for them or just for you?
If it didn't matter how or what you did or didn't do
How much harder would you push?
How much more would you do?
How much harder would you work if nobody remembered you?
What's the legacy about, is it for them or just for you?
If it didn't matter how or what you did or didn't do
How much harder would you push?
How much more would you do?
It Must Be Time was written by LANDMARQUE.