Time

[Geechi Suede] Bacardí Límon, a zone, I'm gone I'm diving in the doja at night, my light, my life I'm trapped inside illusion, in flight I'm lost, I'm found, my sound was designed by dusk Clogging emotions and I'm bleeding, I'm lusk [Sonny Cheeba] Out the hour glass, magic, my tragic is often alternate What's the motive? To ride in automotives Explosives will blast every time we coast this Too much roaches in the ashtray, too high [Geechi Suede] Infatuated, I never graduated But I'm happy that you made it Cause I'm always getting faded, and my ninjas they be dated Cause they ain't gettn' no fetti but they esso is heavy And they aim is always ready [Sonny Cheeba] What's the meaning of thought? From an escort Caught when you launch, she just thought and open closed doors Off shore accounts count, pen taught to an hourglass temptress Take ahead and stone, who think they in a storm [Hook] Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it But about six billion junkies be believin' They running out of time, they want more time They need more time Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it But about six billion junkies be believin' They running out of time, they want more time They need more time [Geechi Suede] My mind can't see it, my body can't define it But when I hear the hunger of the younger I'm reminded, I'm feeling like I'm blinded I don't follow awareness And all of the moves that I make seems to be careless Can, Can I move my thoughts around? Can I move my life around? Will time make me drown? Will I find another way? Can I get a definition? Can I get a new position? Will I find a new approach? Will it take the pain away? [Sonny Cheeba] Have a cilantro slice Get your splice to Sinatra Screaming that the city is mine Often ten tin men can catch, a sky walk off a Spielberg Soon to spill it back, in a glass Can't chastise no one, unless your rooks and queens in a line Checkmate maybe, maybe we on a love boat We loving Timber Wolves, maybe it's the Knicks off the shoulder Love potion 99, slow down the timeline [Hook] Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it But about six billion junkies be believin' They running out of time, they want more time They need more time Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it But about six billion junkies be believin' They running out of time, they want more time They need more time [Verse 4] How can you rock when you constantly on the clock? How do you determine what's real and what's not? You either in the past like the words of Martin Luther Or all up in the future like Michael J. Fox I stay in the now, cause that's where all the power be No minutes, no seconds, even hours freeze Without the help of Sour D I easily overcome all my cowardly, thoughts That once held a ninja back Now I'm karate kicking, until the end of rap At least until the end of me, but how you in infinity [Hook] Can't touch it, can't taste it, can't see it But about six billion junkies be believin' They running out of time, they want more time They need more time