Sinima Productions-When my time comes-instrumental
Story behind the song
i got the influents from the orignal hook on the instrumental
Lyrics
I can feel the time ticking
My life line thicken causing enough friction ta have it disappear an go missing
So listen as my voice glissings off reflections just mirroring off complexions of the flesh in sections testing out which ever direction im next in
Its like I cant but I know I can win so listen up if you even give a fuck cuz I know I don’t I know I wont even though there’s a incredible hulk rage ready to explode up inside me murdering beats like this be hobbie its like a jobbie but im feeling really really groggy
tired of the same old shit the same old beats when I sit back an wait to bring the fucking heat turn it up burn it up you haven’t had enough
My lyrical punch packs way too much
It’s kinda hard to communicate
Wit these people that want their own space
We all live in same race
We all live in same maze
Never again will you ever see the same face that resembles mine
You me an the next guy are all one of a kind
This systems are all fucked an there’s nothing left but the hands of time
So while clocks ticking ill stay spitting an ripping these rhymes ripping these lines
Until I be loosing my mind an the sand in hour glass starts dry
In the end angles will fall from the sky
flooding these streets an cities with their cry’s
washing away everything that ever existed
leaving us no chance to get away to a safe distance
you wouldn’t even know what hit you
so this making it a very big issue
