Killing Time - Heems

Oh, no, man, I feel weird

I’m trying to get the motherfucking fuck out of here

Before there’s flowers here and sour tears

I’m looking forward to knowing how power feels

Powerful, power is knowledge

They sum up my life with my four years of college

I know first-hand words is money

I learned they coded language, observed these dummies

Feel bummy and crummy with no food up in your tummy

So I’m like funny how while I teach you sonnies something

Apparently, if your parents be the sons of important parents, it’s a parody

It’s a cake walk, it’s collusion

It’s a lot of big words, it’s confusin'

It’s hard to go to college when they profit off of jailing

Give a fuck about rent if you can’t make bail

The coded language, they call that law

Himanshu in the corner with the Bobby Brown jaw

They said «Bobby Brown fault»

Who knows what Bobby Brown saw?

Bobby Brown Jindal never lobby brown cause

I’m like Lucky Luciano

But more pronto with bravado

While I’m chilling, sipping bottles

And ignoring all these models

Keep that Gombi like Movado

Then I look at my Movado

Hop in whip and then hit bottles

See my shorty, then I cuddle

I don’t care if you think I’m cool

Have the shoot with the pool

I challenge fools and dudes

And damage 'em, rude and cruel

A savage and stupid dude

Who managed to cram in school

A scavenger with no tool

Who’ll handle and ravage you

Himanshu, how you rap about stacks and base now?

Miss when you rapped on tracks 'bout John Basedow

Now I’m spaced for days until my face pound

I’m wild and dying, lying with my face down