T.I.M.E.

[Mr. J]

My world is a ballerina in a snow globe, an undeveloped photo
My lines lead me to the Bermuda, Ill tutor you hos though
when the OM was in a funk, I fed each piece dipping into Lazarus
after us, after me, there was no one none of these bastards trust
loose lips sank ships & you looking like a dike fucker...
while my finger slips & flicks up take it how you like fucker
just look at how you write fucker, compared to me you aint nice fucker
spent years in this rap thing managing to be the most consistent
I control commitment even when I dont try to flow this shit...
whoa...this kid....those misfits...you know....those dipshits...
its ridicliss...ridiculous? what the fuck ever Im bored off my rocker
bowls of betty crocker you see them prints? Freddie gotcha
rolling in the mystery machine shaggy on antihistamines
writers like to crack jokes but when the mask off it aint shit to me
silly me, philly cheese, fuck making sense this shit is free