Wavelength - Timeless Truth

Time Truth, the wrecking crew

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You didn’t get the message

Then you must’ve missed the memo

My M.O., show spectacular vernacular

Brain surgeon

Got me swerving in the Acura

Skip the salad, compose a ballad

Oil paintings up on the canvas

That was lifted from my palette

The OG’s stamped the crew

We the recruits

Now we’re taking knots out like a Swedish masseuse

And bless the whole block

Cop a ice cream truck

A nice clean buck while you in the dice game stuck

Ya’ll Lil' Mama’s on the stage of the Empire State

Tri-colored kicks lighting up the entire place

On a fast track, holding Goldman Sachs stacks

Flashbacks being broke

Now we banking on the NASDAQ

Keep the trash rap

Bottom of the bottle, yeah we tap that

Take a swig, nigga pass that

On the strength

Dropping gems

Get on the wavelength

Wild Style criminals in the state pen

Been awhile, touch ground

Now we made men

Move proper

Every dollar got to make cents

Dropping gems

Get on the wavelength

Wild Style criminals in the state pen

Been awhile, touch down

Now we made men

Move proper

Every dollar got to make cents

Recline, chill

Rhyme skill to climb hills

Sign, seal if you cutting a mill

While your diamonds on the dills

We defining the real

Why you whining like you shining

In an armored DeVille

Queens native the speech

Savor unique flavor

Skill labor, piling paper til I see acres

Save the compliments, we reign dominant

It’s ominous, cold rocking it

Crushing continents

Clutch flow, out for the gusto if you must know

Fiend for O like jumbo’s when the funds low

Piecing the puzzle with fat caps and Rusto’s

Stomping your cypher with fat raps to crush foes

Timeless!

Like the last second in a Game 7

Early retirement, settle with the pay severance

Cross the line, I’ll crossfire when we blaze weapons

Our Father, Hail Mary, now embrace Heaven

They take a page from the playbook

And call it flattery

But their melody be sounding like a parody

And for the sake of clarity

I’m dealing with reality

Start talking salary and skip the technicalities

It’s real in the field

Time to grind

Cause I’m ill with the quill when I sign my rhyme

While ya’ll bail on the bill when it’s time to dine

Bout time for Time Truth

Time to shine

On the climb, check the stock, kid

Keep 'em boxed in

Shoot the fair one

Make you feel like it’s a mosh pit

Talk slick and they’re telling me it’s God’s gift

Whip a Drop 6, shift will make 'em car sick

Frontline, ya’ll the niggas that took cover

The Brook Brothers, still gutter

That’s why the hood loves us

Ya’ll niggas salvage the outlets to live, sucka

Architects with the outfits to mix butter

My man X-P, he on the Wavelength

R-T-N-C, he on the Wavelength

My man Roc Mars, he on the Wavelength

You know the Outdoorsmen, they on the Wavelength