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record time - 7x3=21 lyrics

thoughts transition to words under prime conditions
primal visions, rhymes that arouse suspicion
a mile a minute, i guess the direction’s intended
but then again, time and distance doesn’t measure commitment
or consequences, we only catch the truth through glimpses
the proof’s expensive, cost your peace of mind, plus interest
my brain’s a prism, i went from pot to piston
you got to listen to fully comprehend my mission
i fought the system, sometimes all you gain is division
at times it feels like it was all for naught
but i sought for wisdom
not pеrmission
my rules were writtеn
by the same person riding the rhythm
i rhyme with conviction
inaction is not a decision
it’s its own wormhole, which is not so forgiving
the fallen has risen, reborn with ten times the ambition
from crawling to sprinting, let my chest rip through the ribbon…
in record time, and now it’s on a record and spinning
in record time, i’m still expecting mine
i’m next in line while i’m still perfecting rhymes
in record time, i’m still expecting mine
i’m next in line while i’m still perfecting rhymes
in record time, i’m still expecting mine
i’m next in line while i’m still perfecting rhymes

ending or beginning
befriending or pretending
giving or lending
grimacing or grinning
endlessly preparing, this is a planned flaw
i’m oversharing, in contrast to man’s law
so i ask ya’ll, what’s the last straw? what do you stand for?
the answers help me tell the coons from the panthers
a hint of what their stance is, a bettering of chances
unsettling enhancements, improvements, advancements!
as sands shift, time is aligned with the planets
and the rhyme…walks a fine line like semantics
childish antics are not the way i choose to emote
but i’ll admit, denying it’s a slippery slope
the world’s cutthroat, i’m on my last dose of hope
or so it seems until the next song gets wrote
the wrong approach is not the route i choose the most
when views oppose, i find a way to juxtapose
for friends, not foes, yeah, let’s just suppose
it’s a must that a bust these flows
my muse is prose
in record time, i’m still expecting mine
i’m next in line while i’m still perfecting rhymes
in record time, i’m still expecting mine
i’m next in line while i’m still perfecting rhymes
in record time, i’m still expecting mine
i’m next in line while i’m still perfecting rhymes

- 7x321 lyrics

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