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Days and Times Video (MV)




Performed By: RaDaLyricist
Length: 2:35
Written by: Jawara Ubwenge




RaDaLyricist - Days and Times Lyrics




Days and times seem to remind
Remember the time we used to get them checks with a nine
I don't pay for my crimes, I get paid for my crimes
They say the skill of my rhymes is way ahead of my time
Allow me to introduce you to my state of mind
This state of mine, GA, where every brother rhymes
I been rocking M-I-Cs since I was designed
They'd rather see me MIT, but my TEC is fine
Why are we blind to reality? We need to combine
Rappers wanna be rich but not teaching with rhymes
But I'm always branding knowledge like a statement
I'm accustomed to love, the enemy gotta hate it
I've been creating like Gods might just awaken
And they have, and now we're prominent in this equation
Back to the sciences behind the truth
Jewels of this industry, why not sign the youth
Our intelligence is evidence behind our use
The government's irrelevance is just the sign of proof
All I ever did was made myself a living legend
Feels like heaven, been on the mic since I was 7

Days and times seem to remind
Remember the time we used to get them checks with a nine
I don't pay for my crimes, I get paid for my crimes
They say the skill of my rhymes is way ahead of my time

Sitting back, I might just kick it back with all the hits and plaques
It's simply rap until I flip it, no birdie, what's after that
That last line might get you caught little after the fact
All I did was played some golf and par backwards is rap
Ahhhhhh yeah, we made it simply from tracks
I'm taking back what the system owes us as blacks
My 40 acres, come give it to me in cash
I'm impatient and you really don't want me mad
You flicking lighters near gas, don't do it
On my block with GV on your tag, don't do it
It's really suicide, I'm warning you, don't get it
It's like rollin round in a Lambo over by Simpson
Road, we are the winners, oh, we're made better
Undefeated in the heat and it's not even Mayweather
I'm praising, we are the greatest in my believing
Bless up G, this is just the takeover season
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Days and times seem to remind
Remember the time we used to get them checks with a nine
I don't pay for my crimes, I get paid for my crimes
They say the skill of my rhymes is way ahead of my time
Allow me to introduce you to my state of mind
This state of mine, GA, where every brother rhymes
I been rocking M-I-Cs since I was designed
They'd rather see me MIT, but my TEC is fine
Why are we blind to reality? We need to combine
Rappers wanna be rich but not teaching with rhymes
But I'm always branding knowledge like a statement
I'm accustomed to love, the enemy gotta hate it
I've been creating like Gods might just awaken
And they have, and now we're prominent in this equation
Back to the sciences behind the truth
Jewels of this industry, why not sign the youth
Our intelligence is evidence behind our use
The government's irrelevance is just the sign of proof
All I ever did was made myself a living legend
Feels like heaven, been on the mic since I was 7

Days and times seem to remind
Remember the time we used to get them checks with a nine
I don't pay for my crimes, I get paid for my crimes
They say the skill of my rhymes is way ahead of my time

Sitting back, I might just kick it back with all the hits and plaques
It's simply rap until I flip it, no birdie, what's after that
That last line might get you caught little after the fact
All I did was played some golf and par backwards is rap
Ahhhhhh yeah, we made it simply from tracks
I'm taking back what the system owes us as blacks
My 40 acres, come give it to me in cash
I'm impatient and you really don't want me mad
You flicking lighters near gas, don't do it
On my block with GV on your tag, don't do it
It's really suicide, I'm warning you, don't get it
It's like rollin round in a Lambo over by Simpson
Road, we are the winners, oh, we're made better
Undefeated in the heat and it's not even Mayweather
I'm praising, we are the greatest in my believing
Bless up G, this is just the takeover season
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Writer: Jawara Ubwenge
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