Verse 1: it's time to redefine and realize, that we defeat the minds peep the size, or read between the lines, i'm eager just to find the kind of rhyme to light, i spark the mic, i firefight, lyrics that insight, delight, and blind ya sight, my rhymes are critical, ya dismal display is just pitiful, i make moves on fools always literal, my homies smokin L's keep that shit criminal, emcees stuck on analog i keep my shit digital, pitiful is what they be i suppose, rhymes so cold ill make ya bones froze, hold the phone, hold the chrome, break the metronome and get busy with the flow, its time to break free and let the motherfuckin world know black,white, smart or dumb it doesn't matter where you comin from' we shine like suns over the same damn drums, they're all jokes though you know big puns, (ha ha) if you build it they will come, if you suck they will run, make your own damn sound get up and make some, its a battle with words definitions in submission, i will kill your whole division, why you limpin'? keep it hot up in the kitchen, get out if you won't listen, not a rap christian but hip-hop is my religion, i vow to remain vivid never vague with the vision, on an impossible mission livid with ambition, we livin' in the same conflict and contradiction, we vandalize and sanitize,demanding lives get energized, reach for the skies, dont ever apologize, to enter the chamber you better be authorized, i slaughter guys otherwise thought to be immortalized, oh you brought your rhymes? embarrassing, mortified, im horrified to find that these guys aren't even organized, you can see by design the furious force of my rhymes, did i mention its time? chorus verse 2: it's time to make room for a new line, of dope rappers, whippersnappers that flow fine, i blow minds with the dope rhymes, insuring absolute turbulence for skiers in the alpines, i move mountains, while you hide in the catacombs musical notes be leakin out my dome, I'm a chromed out robot, red cuz the flows hot, dope cuz your flows not, smoked cuz the flows pot, i stand static but the pressures automatic, pussy magnet, hittin' more bitches than fights at beauty pageants, rap addict, keep the classics in the attic, versatile my style switches like a faggot, but not bisexual, killin intellectuals, ya turnin' into vegetables that's no question yo', fearless and peerless, i attack the stage, leavin' you whack and dazed, when we pack the place, we all know time kills when your in this rat race, so gravitate, towards fish like Ghostface, let me mention, I'm whack rap prevention, serving your attention with rap inventions, I'm swoopin through with crew and rap henchmen, we raised the bar so what the fuck u benchin'? I'm wayne from Maine, with my bars in a sentence, endin' your reign with the sounds that were blendin' with smooth apprehension i clench the mic, this rap game is steep good thing i can hike, got my armor in this battle good thing i can fight, my freestyles are cheap good thing i can write, Calmatic just tryin' to remind you what nas is like, atomic flow blastin' fools like dynamite, and Ima keep up this rap shit till the day that i die, the son of a pilot best believe that I'm fly, did i mention its time?

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