Noj - In Time Piece Lyrics

Click's clock tick faster til the hour of disaster
Our actor ends the chapter wit you with the answers
After I think I'll slander the old Noj bastard, where my manners
Call the banners
War with the old fox
The clock hits the hammer
My grandpa paradox of rappers
Me and I hate grammar
In the gates of glamour
He's way too enamored
Same old pattern
Slippin' outta his rhymes like the time of Saturn
Promising to end being in tatters
Nothing matters, chaos is a ladder
That's the cake batter
He baking and baking
My pockets ain't fatter
He taking all day and I'm waiting and waiting
And when I awaken
Mistakes he was making
Taking me all night to unbreak em
I can't escape em
The old me cringey
In the city mini, skinny, and quickly
Shifting onto Sing Street, after
A new beat left incomplete
Don't waste my time
What's yours is mine
I hate how you lie, can't wait til you die
So I can rewind
Summertime ends and I think that's a sign
Running outta deadlines for me to refine
But that's the old me
Nowadays I don't mess wit a metaphor
Run like forest, score a verse like the predator
Am my own editor, find a competitor
Huh Even better, find the burst by the temperature
Bet the old me listening closely than ever
The older I get the more I go slowly and measure
Only don't mess with the phoneys and try to get trophies
But that circle is lonely homey, Noj you know me
I am the only guy wit a guise for the rhymes
While you spy for your time
And Pry just to shine
It's good to be old, in case you ain't sold
Do what I told to hold up my own
While you paroled
Just to stroll back in
Cuz they tapping the phones
It happens to those who ain't on they toes
You know your soul, thing you control
And rapping is the ghettos of being sold
I just keep my enemies close
And my melodies mostly known mentally
Given out in a doze
And then I just ghost
So there goes my legacy
Nobody mentions me
But the old me said I'd be famous eventually
I just look ahead and see I hope it's my destin
I guess I'm just entropy
Heat disperses on my beat and verses
And my feets are hurting
On the street curb learning
Not concern wit the people you meet in your birthing
Cause family first is a burden
Til the day you off in the hearse, swerving
Turning, searching For your grave
Close the curtains
While I nervous break
That my certain fate
One person making sermons and mistakes
And cuz I don't say okay and obey they don't hesitate
To make my waking moments hell, got hell to pay
So thanks