Luyện nghe bài hát Time Keeps On Slipping

Yeah, that's the funky shit
Ay it, yo, yo

Deltron tremendous to end your course
Every is enforced
I send men with torches to raid fortress
And in the process radiate optics

Subconsciously haunt
Super human atomic inner dimension
Too mental intuition
Typographical aptitude let my lasers at you

Mapped the route, psychologically out
What you 'bout?
Imitations getting penetrated and
In my emcee training class remain in

get liquidated convert energy
Into instantly with a pen and pad
the cenograd, heat the center of gravity
Abolish apathy graphically 380's

With body heat bullets you need safety
on your face and neck
Mental armory legs for my monarchy
No my flows embarking
Psionically brain cells 'til they're sparkling

No one knows the passing by
No one knows the time by

I remake my universe every time I use a
To my destiny, emcees rest in peace
Side barriers provide within from impurities
Every word sees your attention like third

I subjugate you fake performers while the bass of your face
No sense you be in fleeting
Siphon, my likeness
Biting my insights like five

This plain of existence is different
From my orbital oratory always for the glory
You pop wide open my slice slogans
I stay in effect with tech, make you wanna say he's the best

With with commendation
armor plated hard to fake it
Never carbonated, scar matrix
Virtually uncertainty, murk your mediocre sheets and

With my of energy, del assembling
A realm anything is possible
NASA scientists can't this
Mechanical mind set alignment

No one knows the passing by
No one the time passing by

Mathematical astro grapple a flow,
factual crash course, last resort, cast me off
At last we to my own world
My own neurological

Open the air I'll be there fast
With raps to tear back their mass
Deltron critical literal
test the pitiful

Micronautalyst
All of this grammar far from Bama
Got control bandannas

To your clan with scanners
the planet like a band of bandits
Who man the cannons and guns random

Sub atomic, love of logic, bug with
Tub of chronic low in bridle with controlling
rhyme, in traveling time
Alien life form in a pipe bomb

life long I write songs
Monarch absolute, a glass of proof
When I leave my spirit in a planet
On top of the surface my and wit emerging

No one knows the time by
No one the time passing by