Greydon Square - Borrowed Time lyrics
[Greydon Square - Borrowed Time lyrics]
Now everything is go roger
Grand Unified look
If I'm on borrowed time
That just means tomorrow’s mine
You’ll find the hardest rhyme I've ever
Spit in the marble mines
My music you can throw on in a bind
Grab the mic I’ll chop it off
And claim your arm is mine
I think I might be a verse addict
I thought your kung fu would get better over
Time but now you're worse at it
The purple flame in Urkel’s name
I burp sulfur
Stop rapping and give me the mic back
Your turn’s over it’s still Trek
I’m hip hop’s version of Data
So much ass I get they call me a nerdy Fela
Lead the revolution from the front
But eat these brownies first
You’ll be high for a month
First they’ll ignore it
Then they’ll say the timing’s off
Then try to bribe but won’t have
The money to buy me off it’s not the voice
It’s what you tried to do with it
They would rather see me rap to pursue riches
Not out on the streets
Or trying to help my fellow man
Not to drown in the sea
They say there’s people here
That don’t know why that’s fine with me
At least while they’re here we
Can open they eyes i’m trying to see
A change of state
The kind of change Obama was
Too afraid to make he was bought off
Just to alter California pot laws
Even though the major use had dropped off
If you do your own thinking it’s not hard
If you don’t you might
End up peppered sprayed
In the backseat of a cop car
The end is not far
Still you want to be a rock star
Passing hungry people in a hot car
I wanna be Rygar fight for the future from
An 8-bit perspective the loss of history is
Our greatest depression
I wanna know what part of Africa I come from
They want me to work hard
And pay taxes to someone
While they tap in to some fund
Funnel money into the process that we
Could use to have them undone
Pendulum swinging backwards
Now we can watch these punks run
Grand Unified look
If I'm on borrowed time
That just means tomorrow’s mine
You’ll find the hardest rhyme I've ever
Spit in the marble mines
My music you can throw on in a bind
Grab the mic I’ll chop it off
And claim your arm is mine
I think I might be a verse addict
I thought your kung fu would get better over
Time but now you're worse at it
The purple flame in Urkel’s name
I burp sulfur
Stop rapping and give me the mic back
Your turn’s over it’s still Trek
I’m hip hop’s version of Data
So much ass I get they call me a nerdy Fela
Lead the revolution from the front
But eat these brownies first
You’ll be high for a month
First they’ll ignore it
Then they’ll say the timing’s off
Then try to bribe but won’t have
The money to buy me off it’s not the voice
It’s what you tried to do with it
They would rather see me rap to pursue riches
Not out on the streets
Or trying to help my fellow man
Not to drown in the sea
They say there’s people here
That don’t know why that’s fine with me
At least while they’re here we
Can open they eyes i’m trying to see
A change of state
The kind of change Obama was
Too afraid to make he was bought off
Just to alter California pot laws
Even though the major use had dropped off
If you do your own thinking it’s not hard
If you don’t you might
End up peppered sprayed
In the backseat of a cop car
The end is not far
Still you want to be a rock star
Passing hungry people in a hot car
I wanna be Rygar fight for the future from
An 8-bit perspective the loss of history is
Our greatest depression
I wanna know what part of Africa I come from
They want me to work hard
And pay taxes to someone
While they tap in to some fund
Funnel money into the process that we
Could use to have them undone
Pendulum swinging backwards
Now we can watch these punks run