Stand The Test Of Time
I am on a mission I ain't preachin' no religion,
You will never catch me slippin' like a shady politician,
This beat I am rippin' and a mic is what I'm grippin',
The only thing I listen to is Katy Perry's "Prism",
That's right I'm fuckin' hooked yo what can I say?
I turn on one song it's stuck in my head for days,
It's even starting to infiltrate into my dreams,
Soon all I'm gonna speak is Katy Perry-nese,
I'm blunt as a cunt,
I don't pull no stunts,
I ain't got no trust,
No not in anyone,
I am too far gone,
Just listen to my songs,
That's the only way to catch a glimpse at what is going on,
In my brain, these fucked up thoughts,
Feelings that I have that I keep locked,
Away they will stay maybe get lost,
And then come up again once a beat drops!
You don't feel what I'm sayin'? Better step to the side,
Blaqman is in the house and you know we keep it live,
You ain't got the drive to keep up with our grind,
We don't ever fuckin' stop we gonna stand the test of time!
You don't feel what I'm sayin'? Better step to the side,
Blaqman is in the house and you know we keep it live,
You ain't got the drive to keep up with our grind,
We don't ever fuckin' stop we gonna stand the test of time!
It's been 42 years and I'm still here,
Them cats that shot my cousin, still live in fear,
I'm was ready to knuckle up, way before the beard,
Go off like a cannon, leave ya hearing impaired,
Don't mess wit Lecxs I'm worst than any villain,
Put ya brains on vacation, leave ya in the morgue chillin',
Too smart for the feds, avoid video vixens,
Wit Kimber on my hip, now I gets attention,
I can't settle down, my blood pressure's up,
Anyone oppose the team, is getting fucked up,
Don't hide behind ya crew, don't press ya luck,
Don't talk tough, cause I'll get out this truck,
I deliver tracks, like precision missiles,
Wreck where ya at, spread out ya body tissue,
Ya trying to take over, wit that I've got an issue,
We stand the test of time, but no one will miss you!
You don't feel what I'm sayin'? Better step to the side,
Blaqman is in the house and you know we keep it live,
You ain't got the drive to keep up with our grind,
We don't ever fuckin' stop we gonna stand the test of time!
You don't feel what I'm sayin'? Better step to the side,
Blaqman is in the house and you know we keep it live,
You ain't got the drive to keep up with our grind,
We don't ever fuckin' stop we gonna stand the test of time!
Autor(es): Katie Tropp, Robert Hill
