It's Your Time (feat. Anna)

Got up, can't reconcile, cursed like the nile, I'm in denile

No one likes my style, I'll never be the one to beguille

I'm just old news, that got recycled prayin' to michael

that one day I'd reach a new cycle, with out the nyquil

Without the lunesta pills, no more "give me extra thrills"

Dreamin' no more extra chills, middle of the fiddle

I was hopin' to fiddle, screw the riddles, God answer this brittle

young man caught in the middle, help me fiddle a knew imagination

with a reincarnation of my catharsis waitin' in patience

She's tellin' me It's your time, hittin with that New York grime

that dim grim, attitude that brings new lattitude,

gives Hip-Hop heads grattitude, sayin' you're nothin', that is rude

need that home run? Just bat it dude dislike me? Take my dick, gag it, prude

This is my time, time for my rhymes, nevermind my crimes

I'm about to chime sublime grime, that'll slime into a prime climb

to mainstream conjugation, without me, the game will die of starvation

 

Realize with real eyes my heart is empty, voids of an MC, horrid memories

ready for reassembly, fears spear through clear jeers from fierce piers

I want to steer veer into tier uno, alumno, you know