true music.

Yo
Let's take it back to the days when the playgrounds were played in
Before they were aged no grapes to a raisin
With a piece of cake laced with a caper of hatred
And a makeshift escape that's amazing
It graces, so face it
There's no erasing the ace in my sleeve
When I hit you like
Mace to the face and
You know I'm taking any necessary actions
No break from this war man no veterans will relax and
See the sediment is cracking
Intelligence distractions for a hellbent group of hasbends
To react within the bastion
Said the last last havin crack addicts back atom
Blasting off to Saturn in a pattern called disaster
The past is coming back
The cataracts and bastards trying to hack the roller master blasting gas into their caskets
Just to blast a case living at a faster pace
Then I'll be making true music til I pass away

True music has always been built to last
Sometimes it takes a while
Recognition is seldom fast
There's many inches in a mile

I really feel that we're trapped inside a labyrinth
Where there's only one escape
They call it madness
And while the lives of innocents are passing after every afternoon
I wonder why the hell theres people acting rude
But then again I finished and that haven't moved
But every single item on our list labeled last to do
Like, what happened dude?
Time flying by faster than it has to do
What about the captains crew
What the fuck they asking you
Either way its been built to last
I got a life like a rose and a wilted past
I said either way its been built to last
I got a life like a rose and a wilted past
Is the plan that falls apart
And we understand that its art
Like damnit im not as smart as I thought I was at the start
We eatin like alucard and that's all that I need to smile
But how many inches in a mile?

True music has always been built to last
Sometimes it takes a while
Recognition is seldom fast
Theres many inches in a mile

You could say I stepped outside my boundaries
This shit is nearly foreign
But who cares when we chilling in the cut like Neosporin
Theres some shit to kick you door in
While your families sleepin snorin
Some average out in public but a monster when recording
I say hold on like youre hoarding
Then wait until manana
These motherfuckers mad cause we sick though
We slice them like katanas they can't take no more
No [?]
The new kid on the block is making waves, aloha
Oh god I got you your girls screaming now
"Don't stop"
These rappers like balloons
They get big and then they go pop
When you look in the mirror youre looking at an actor
But alls I see is a star like im typing in a password
Fake ass kids talk trash and get smashed, word
Im shutting down the underground like napster
Tracklist master
Always get the last word
While the music is touchin all your kids like a pastor

True music has always been built to last
Sometimes it takes a while
Recognition is seldom fast
Theres many inches in a mile

True music has always been built to last
Sometimes it takes a while
Recognition is seldom fast
Theres many inches in a mile