My Time

Verse 1
Leave traces on all surfaces, we know what our purpose is-
Triangulate - Evangelate - circle circumference-
Speak loud but you'll always be just under us
Yes we yearn for that loot but in God we trust-
Money is the root of all evil-
But money's big speak for small people-
African Robin Hood in Lsk I'm Lancelot-
London Metal Exchange - Copperbelt's the Melting Pot-
So I melt my thoughts, put em on raw paper-
Shape shift the rift and get caked up-
Can't lift the bricks and get draped up-
Built this city already, you can't make what-
No disrespect to the Undergods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog..
A quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome...

Verse 2
Time with serenity I long to define, as flawless as Graded Diamonds as Seasoned as Wine!
I'm more like a young myself I'm my Prime - God created the straight line and you can't twist his design...
You can't seek to decline, the stones we dig in this mine, Anglo American - smart on the inside - Afro intelligent -
Africa for Africans but many still lacking with relevance,back to whose better then?
So if one can't give a helping hand, at least give them a pen -
They can write their wrongs from right- instead of sleep in a pen-
Maybe see a better view of those we seek to defend
No disrespect to the Under-gods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog...
A quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome...