Deca - Due Time lyrics
[Deca - Due Time lyrics]
With Archangels looking down on
Me from watch towers
I cooked up the processed blood
Of a poppy flower
An ungodly hour in the garden
Dreaming dreams penalized for a sin of
Pride against the king of kings
Sequencing drums some strange evening
In the presence of an elohim with
One bat and one eagle’s wing
Spring was in the air
All the leaves were green
I was sky high seeing things
Banging on a beat machine
Profane, cocaine, dope in the veins
Silver spoons, Propane flames
Emotional games
Fame, dames, airplanes, trains, automobiles
Blood stained currency
And countless bottles of pills
Hit the alleyway grilled everything in sight
Hit the bar be polite ask her what she sees
When she dreams at night
Me I see beams of light
And symbols in the sky
Petty pusher peddling product for
M-O-N-E- (why?) that's the big question
The rhythm sections like a second home
For prodigal poets who use their
Heart as natural metronomes
And set the tone with one tongue flick
My succubus is love sick
Trying to drag me down, I'm trying to uplift
The days pass, passed away
Slip into the past
Passé rappers want 'em back
Things are different that
Same cat's slipping
Cooking dope in Hell’s Kitchen
Stacked enough cash to
Cross state lines and choose a different path
(hmmm…)
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
This time around I'm a get it right
Quit rapping, get a job get a life
Quit the job, keep rapping
Shoot smack and hit the pipe
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
I'm trying to see the world
In a different light cool calm
It's all copacetic
If the stars start falling
From heaven, I won't sweat it (uh huh)
The lie braggadocio disguise
See I wear a mask like you
Don't be so surprised all I know is the
Whole wide world’s polarized
And we go from lows to highs
On a roller coaster ride
When I backslide i do it in style
And live via cliche like the future is now
Life in excess death in moderation
Non complacent engaged in a conversation
With laymans while time is wasting away
You've got too much to prove me too
When they sleep on the kid
I get salty as seafood but
These industry dudes is see through
I refuse to buy into the fantasy too
Sipping cheap booze
My head’s spinning like a dervish dancer
Dreaming dreams some strange evening in the
Presence of an elohim bad joke, flat broke
High class living in a shack with large rats
And feed on small dogs for light snacks
(FUCK)
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
This time around I'm a get it right
Quit rapping, get a job get a life
Quit the job, keep rapping
Shoot smack and hit the pipe
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
I'm trying to see the world
In a different light cool calm
It's all copacetic
If the stars start falling
From heaven, I won't sweat it (uh huh)
Me from watch towers
I cooked up the processed blood
Of a poppy flower
An ungodly hour in the garden
Dreaming dreams penalized for a sin of
Pride against the king of kings
Sequencing drums some strange evening
In the presence of an elohim with
One bat and one eagle’s wing
Spring was in the air
All the leaves were green
I was sky high seeing things
Banging on a beat machine
Profane, cocaine, dope in the veins
Silver spoons, Propane flames
Emotional games
Fame, dames, airplanes, trains, automobiles
Blood stained currency
And countless bottles of pills
Hit the alleyway grilled everything in sight
Hit the bar be polite ask her what she sees
When she dreams at night
Me I see beams of light
And symbols in the sky
Petty pusher peddling product for
M-O-N-E- (why?) that's the big question
The rhythm sections like a second home
For prodigal poets who use their
Heart as natural metronomes
And set the tone with one tongue flick
My succubus is love sick
Trying to drag me down, I'm trying to uplift
The days pass, passed away
Slip into the past
Passé rappers want 'em back
Things are different that
Same cat's slipping
Cooking dope in Hell’s Kitchen
Stacked enough cash to
Cross state lines and choose a different path
(hmmm…)
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
This time around I'm a get it right
Quit rapping, get a job get a life
Quit the job, keep rapping
Shoot smack and hit the pipe
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
I'm trying to see the world
In a different light cool calm
It's all copacetic
If the stars start falling
From heaven, I won't sweat it (uh huh)
The lie braggadocio disguise
See I wear a mask like you
Don't be so surprised all I know is the
Whole wide world’s polarized
And we go from lows to highs
On a roller coaster ride
When I backslide i do it in style
And live via cliche like the future is now
Life in excess death in moderation
Non complacent engaged in a conversation
With laymans while time is wasting away
You've got too much to prove me too
When they sleep on the kid
I get salty as seafood but
These industry dudes is see through
I refuse to buy into the fantasy too
Sipping cheap booze
My head’s spinning like a dervish dancer
Dreaming dreams some strange evening in the
Presence of an elohim bad joke, flat broke
High class living in a shack with large rats
And feed on small dogs for light snacks
(FUCK)
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
This time around I'm a get it right
Quit rapping, get a job get a life
Quit the job, keep rapping
Shoot smack and hit the pipe
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
I'm trying to see the world
In a different light cool calm
It's all copacetic
If the stars start falling
From heaven, I won't sweat it (uh huh)