25th Hour

[Intro] "Oh, it's you again! Don't you ever give up?" "At one time I thought of giving up, but now I think differently" "You can help change things, by learning more about your culture" "and believing in yourself." "Oh yeah? You gotta be joking." "It's no joke. Tell me!" Primo!! (Reks) {"No time for looking back, it's done"} Listen {scratched: "You betta take off, before I break off"} {scratched: "I don't give a fuck, I don't play that shit"} {"No time for looking back, it's done"} [Reks] I'mma write this here rhyme like Guru's in the passenger Standin on the East coast, starin out to Africa Accolades, Escalades fade My vernacular remain in tact for the generation that's comin after The average rapper you praise days numbered like a calendar Challengers caliber mediocre enter the catheter IV's, wrap 'em up, mad as fuck, need a ladder up Escalator, elevator, skyscraper, hella haters On Primo beats, meditate a bit to elevate my spit Scribble daily scripts, hell in wit Angels I strangle the instrument mangle chop can't go pop I gotta remain boom bap, true dat, who dat be? Mr. 'Say Goodnight,' I'mma blaze the mic willingly Kill or be killed industry, and the realest of the real emcees Solo flow enemy, future of the rap Golden Era dead {"No time for looking back, it's done"} [Hook: repeat 2X] We in the 25th hour, it's now or never We gotta get it 'fore it's gone forever, remember In the end time waits for no man, what's your plan? {"No time for looking back, it's done"} [Reks] Before I fade to black, face the mirror, face the fact Fate appear to backtrack where the plaques at? Where the love for the cat? Fortified flow, fire from fire like fame Foresayer in Josiah desire to perspire The 25th hour upon me, calmly walk the wire Annihilate enemy ire any higher than I are in the sky Or heaven I require less than mediocre I reawoken the deeper thoughts of sleepin prophets Regardless of others offers I authentic dialect, I'm a vet Y'all are just wakin up, 'Say Goodnight' Slap a rapper, take his mic, greater height Spit a rhyme saber like Inner mind paid the price, A-B-C-alike Hey Preem, we a tight, chemistry Any beats sent to me I'mma instantly write 'til the fingertips crippled It'll be sort of arthritis to finish a line If you more than rhyme this {"No time for looking back, it's done"} [Hook] [Reks] You ever chant with the rebels, dance with the devils? Answered the higher levels, ride with the iron elbow to elbow In hellish circles where the heat is echoed You ever let go, stresses from pressures boilin beyond the kettle? You ever petrified, exorcised demons Believing you leave 'em breathin they'll get even Odds are beyond y'all, achievin peaceful means of seekin deacons Ain't no way out, they 'bout beat, by any means Ain't necessary but they bury them very young, hell or heaven Them adolescents, is pedalin, packin metal and settlin Street wars, revolves life behind tight walls When I falls, psychos strike the right chords They at pause, bumpin Ricky Ross Kids is on crack, they lost Wipe a lot, no time for looking back, it's done Golden era over and dead, I'm over your HEADS~! {"No time for looking back, it's done"} [Hook] [Outro] {scratched: "You betta take off, before I break off"} {scratched: "I don't give a fuck, I don't play that shit"} {"No time for looking back, it's done"} {scratched: "You betta take off, before I break off"} {scratched: "I don't give a fuck, I don't play that shit"} {"No time for looking back, it's done"}