No Mind 4 Time ft. KeyLock Beats Lyrics

Ladies and babies, Hot mamas and winter dudes

I come to you in our perpetual interlude. With something crudely smooth

Now, I know this won't grab everyone's attention but that's not my mood

Or my problem. Figure that out on your own time, not mine

No, I am here to guide my mother smiles and grandfathers stride

For I am their bright puppy eyed child

With No Mind For Time

Ya resident's 7th biohazard

The black sludge trailing crumbs from the Cairo chasm

Silo for the solo pharaohs, eyeing the masses

Swapping spit like Oedipus kiss... brazzers

The soul sappers, divulging cults and thirsty thralls

Momma raised me proper, I'm not for the Foosball

See I'm done chasing, that sweat and chafing was brutal

Corner pocket the gossips and that includes your cue ball

That included your uhaul, your vocals attached

That concluded what you call, an opening act

A couple of white knucklers, honed in for my jugglers

Struggling to cut the curls of a young Fred Doug-a-lass

Trust me, we're rows apart, boy I'll choke you with open arms

Flows got em taken back like they're rowing to Rosa Parks

I'll Seal 6's kill switch, Black bolts limericks

On the road to victory and, would you know, the field's slick

Keep all thoughts lost, and phalanges crosses

This is purely instinctual

A self autonomous body of work

Riding your pulse with the First, second and third verse

A portrait of a free man slaving away at his craft

Black magic practiced in the name of my late Uncle Ennis

Guinness, Give me just a minute

I'm bout to strip the children ignorant to the concept of attention

With No Mind For Time

Coming off from the same clothe, is fabricated

I'l nick a teen, as a patch he needed, an active native

Each body's a work of art, like Mrs. jack rippers painting

They say they had me down to science, though gravely mistaken

Aggravated, cause scalping ain't fun, no cap

I Igor my ego, even he know when to take a hunch back

When the bell tolls, my shell toes, know it's time to crunch wrap

My gut snaps, my yap will run rap, and that's a dun lap

Aye spud, I stay flowing, sharpen each crease

Til my armor alone could spar a ton and flood streets

Prophets come in fleets will turn ghost, so look chief

I'll make confetti of the grunts and that's doubles for the elites

I was solo dolo, last time me and moon spoke

Now i'm backing my love for the track, as the groom, coach

If deflowering is game, til the death do us through quotes

Then I'll be daisy pushing with Luigi's mega shroom strokes

That's right

That's right

That's right

That's right

I got this job from being forthright

But being capable of cradling the Soft like

And beat em to the off white

I'll call you back when I'm clocking out. I'm on sight

I'll be here after they close up shop

And It's the song that never ends, my lamb as I chop chop

Slow the DNB down with some BDSM

As in my profession, This DM has No Mind For Time