Time Lapse

(Verse 1: NA Bill) I'm losing it Mind fading away coveting the sense of complacent But I can't Since I'm the one who's always complaisant Peasant in my dreams, farming these money seeds Hopin' that my brainstorming produces success rains So these money trees would grow But until then I'ma be givin' you these rhymes for free But right then You'll know that this is my reign and no one will stop me from pouring I'm devoting my full admission and submission to this purpose Just await the results In the midst of all the mist I rose My peers pushing me down but I wanna take shots like D Rose And I understand my name is Bill but no I don't come in Euros Cuz I'm NA Not affiliated, delivering lines tighter than you pussies No cat scan And since I'm hungry I'll eat what's less tighter than my lines Light it up And I ain't passin' no shit That triggers my endorphins cause this feeling of euphoria is what I need My mind and I'm losing it This music and I'm using it As a platform and an outlet for my emotions Passing the pessimistic vision that my heart only sees And this is not the pinnacle that my mighty pen will reach Filling these rhymes books full of diamonds in the form of letters Constructing lines that build up a message And we're living in an era where this world & game is overpopulated No wonder they call it the mass age, huh Even I wonder what's the future holding Guess I just gotta wait While I'm sick and tired of this bullshit Sick of fighting a never ending war Coming out of Egypt, wanna see the light of success Like a baby coming out of a uterus I'll be the revolving around nucleus Then an eucharist will be held for my coronation And this can be considered as hip-hop's reincarnation (Verse 2: Alistotle) Huh, I'm walking through moshpits Dreamin' of concerts I rap anonymous, recite my gospels in hospitals Cause I'm so sick and tired of Lumping my rhyme schemes Abusing my powers of rapping in rappin' unconscious I empty my pockets, my dreams and my promises Break bad, face dad with my goals and accomplishments I'm yearning for offspring to show off my doctrines Hell with this society I'm rhyming, but offbeat I'm looking at the man in the mirror I see a dark future, can it get any clearer? I said I'm looking at the man in the mirror I'm the underdog Fear the bull comin' at you like a thunderstorm It's The Muller Back at it again, and my mind is off Ferris Bueller couldn't take me on vacation I call this, the bet if off Reincarnation of a brainsick philosopher The name is Alistotle And my sick spit is poisonous