Rogue Guest | Timeless
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Timeless, like Roman architecture and metaphors/
Like the old man giving out lectures in front of the corner store/
Like an old Polaroid picture, or the streets for sure/
Like the feeling that you get when you walk out the door/
(Timeless!) This shit is timeless, these other rappers are just mindless/
I keep going at it even after they’re left rhymeless/
Classic, like the techniques that I rap with/
I survived with skill, and my luck make you look hapless/
And I still got the power of will, forever improving my skill/
When I move in for the kill, I make you look like you’re mentally ill/
Infused with life in both coasts, I’m a prodigy/
But in the past, I both gave and accepted apologies/
It’s no easy task, comin up like this/
And just call up and ask if you wanna know who writes this/
It’s all from my heart, baby fresh frtom my mind/
I know what it’s like to be torn apart or have others be kind/
I’m changed for the better, in the past I was blind/
Just like these letters, now they’re one of a kind/
They used to be generic, like any other street kid/
Now they’re inspiring, like to me what the beat did/
My style is impetuous, I’ll leave you incredulous/
With a smile, I’ll tell you why I’m attatched to this/
I’m calm, usually, but get at me and I’ll get at you brutally/
The way I handle things, I bet you can tell that this ain’t new to me/
Run up on me, and its gonna be just you and me/
Don’t care who’s watching, THINK before you step on a G/
I’ll have you 100 miles & runnin', from LA to NY/
Then my boys’ll get you and ensure that you die/
Menace to society, acting like a boss, get you trapped/
I’m a kleptomaniac, steal from these pricks and I get stacks/
Whele you turned around talking, I creep up behind and make a quick switch/
No one know cause rule #1 is... thou shalt not snitch/
Every beat I get, if you battle me you’ll get murked quick/
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How many MCs you know that ever came in this game?/
Now think back — how many of them can you tell me their name?/
But I’m unforgettable, you can’t miss when I drop this/
Like Nas, one mic is all I need to create hot spits/
These other gangsta rappers, they ain’t inspired/
They got lines so overused, they tired/
Crimes and sex help to write hits/
More than technique and an attitude that won’t quit/
The underground is where it’s at, and/
I don’t need baggy pants or fitted caps/
This is the second coming of the Gilded Age/
Extravagance covering up unstilted rage/
People dying, women crying while on the other side of the spectrum/
People fly, and sittin sky high, with completely no impression/
And most people don’t even think to question/
But a few rise up to help and become a legend/
That’s just the way I am, I’ll walk right into your house/
If you do something I don’t like, you get popped right in the mouth/
Some of this ain’t right, it needs to stop/
We gotta get rid of the corruption, take care of the gun shops/
Gettin back to the classic, my flow never gets stopped/
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And, I remember when I used to walk around the old hood/
Now I’m on the West Coast, it’s still all good/
Mow I’m heading back to NY, visit the old spots/
Let my old friends know that I’m still here and I’m still hot/
It’s gonna be crazy when I show KLuu the place, so turn it up a notch/
Reminisce of the old days, and I’m still burnin up the spots/
Subways and skyscrapers/
Ruthless in this, i’ll get back to your clique later/
The streets, full of petty theives and drug traders/
It’s a style like no other, and you know that I’m a crazy brother/
I remember walkin down 96th, intersecting Park Av/
Listenin to Jay-Z and the sky was dark as/
Ran up on me, I kept true to my word/
Locked up him and his whole herd/
I remember a sunny street in Harlem, a few men on the corner/
Now I’m heading back to the spots that I’d been in former/
From Bayside to the BX, Harlem to Woodside/
Yeah... let’s ride/
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