It's a wrap
Time's so slow
I can't feel the grip
There's someone holding on
I must be revealing my inner lead
How can describe something you can't feel
There is no inner innateness inundate the tribe called quest
A rap or rhyme
There is no line between the meters of doubts
The gravity of distance and separation
Been apart for too long
There must a deprived
Get him a wager
Make him eat tuna
And drink tea
Simple as bliss
Frescoe
Dope as hell
The mic on the trap and wasn't looking for more
I wasn't answering more
Can you try the reason and the rhyme
See the rhyme and reason and groove in the might beat
Falling off the floor
Causing a ****
In a teardrop following a scene
Take the gun
Gun the Statue Of Liberty
Find the spot
In the New York State Of Mentality
In this mind where we reach]
Their treason for the unforgiven leftists.
In The Bridge To The Crime