Leave traces on all surfaces, we know what our purpose is
Triangulate - Evangelate - circle circumference
Speak loud but you'll always be just under us
Yes we yearn for that loot but in God we trust
Money is the root of all evil
But money's big speak for small people
African Robin Hood in Lsk I'm Lancelot
London Metal Exchange - Copperbelt's the Melting Pot
So I melt my thoughts, put em on raw paper
Shape shift the rift and get caked up
Can't lift the bricks and get draped up
Built this city already, you can't make what
No disrespect to the Undergods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog
A quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome
Time with serenity I long to define, as flawless as Graded Diamonds as Seasoned as Wine!
I'm more like a young myself I'm my Prime - God created the straight line and you can't twist his design
You can't seek to decline, the stones we dig in this mine, Anglo American - smart on the inside - Afro intelligent
Africa for Africans but many still lacking with relevance,back to whose better then?
So if one can't give a helping hand, at least give them a pen
They can write their wrongs from right- instead of sleep in a pen
Maybe see a better view of those we seek to defend
No disrespect to the Under-gods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog
A quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome
Holstar - My Time Lyrics
Holstar - My Time Lyrics
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Leave traces on all surfaces, we know what our purpose is
Triangulate - Evangelate - circle circumference
Speak loud but you'll always be just under us
Yes we yearn for that loot but in God we trust
Money is the root of all evil
But money's big speak for small people
African Robin Hood in Lsk I'm Lancelot
London Metal Exchange - Copperbelt's the Melting Pot
So I melt my thoughts, put em on raw paper
Shape shift the rift and get caked up
Can't lift the bricks and get draped up
Built this city already, you can't make what
No disrespect to the Undergods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog
A quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome
Time with serenity I long to define, as flawless as Graded Diamonds as Seasoned as Wine!
I'm more like a young myself I'm my Prime - God created the straight line and you can't twist his design
You can't seek to decline, the stones we dig in this mine, Anglo American - smart on the inside - Afro intelligent
Africa for Africans but many still lacking with relevance,back to whose better then?
So if one can't give a helping hand, at least give them a pen
They can write their wrongs from right- instead of sleep in a pen
Maybe see a better view of those we seek to defend
No disrespect to the Under-gods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog
A quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome
Triangulate - Evangelate - circle circumference
Speak loud but you'll always be just under us
Yes we yearn for that loot but in God we trust
Money is the root of all evil
But money's big speak for small people
African Robin Hood in Lsk I'm Lancelot
London Metal Exchange - Copperbelt's the Melting Pot
So I melt my thoughts, put em on raw paper
Shape shift the rift and get caked up
Can't lift the bricks and get draped up
Built this city already, you can't make what
No disrespect to the Undergods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog
A quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome
Time with serenity I long to define, as flawless as Graded Diamonds as Seasoned as Wine!
I'm more like a young myself I'm my Prime - God created the straight line and you can't twist his design
You can't seek to decline, the stones we dig in this mine, Anglo American - smart on the inside - Afro intelligent
Africa for Africans but many still lacking with relevance,back to whose better then?
So if one can't give a helping hand, at least give them a pen
They can write their wrongs from right- instead of sleep in a pen
Maybe see a better view of those we seek to defend
No disrespect to the Under-gods, this is God Hop Here- I'm an underdog
A quiet storm bring the thunder home and my mind stays zoned in my terror dome