Qwel

"Turn Of The Century"

[Hook]
Everything’s happening at the turn of the century
I’m gonna find myself a time machine
Go to the turn of the century
And all those

[Verse 1: Ethic]
I’ve proved the mood of the movements usually prudent
And my crew is defined as being students of rhyme
Living in two different times
I’m showing differences to listeners
Of this infinite mind versus those that’s conditioned
Theirs to fall in line to the fall of mankind
And when we step forward, we leaving the stupid behind
It’s been a death order, believing each blueprint you find
Try to connect ‘em all together, people keep being blind
I’m competing with swine
Speaking divine order
Put my nose to the grindstone multiple times over
We the fortunate few that’s forcing the new
Train of thought, paid a lot to be on top with a view
The aim is not to abuse the famous that ain’t make this
But we’ve been training, recording every day in the basement
This entertainment’s been turning y’all brainless
‘Til we came to turn the clock then implement changes

[Hook]
Everything’s happening at the turn of the century
I’m gonna find myself a time machine
Go to the turn of the century
And all those

[Verse 2: Sapient]
Now that Hip Hop’s evolved out of its bullsh*t state
You have to pull your weight
This ain’t the olden days
So listen parents
That a time like this compared to the time you had
Makes me sad that you missed this era
Forgetting theirs, now we’re meant to emerge
And bring definite death to those left on the Earth
The centuries turn, now we’re making babies
With epileptic seizures and ADHD
It’s more than just the subordinates hoarded
When we lead flocks of sacrificial sheep
To leap off the edge
When they’re at their mental peak
But we don’t speak of the dead
We say, “That’s just meant to be
Now clean up the mess”
I’m standing on this platform, cause it’s my job
Showing you what was given as a gift by God
To make a true marvel
While you confuse charcoal for diamonds
I’ll be the last alive on this blue marble

[Hook]
Everything’s happening at the turn of the century
I’m gonna find myself a time machine
Go to the turn of the century
And all those

[Verse 3: Qwel]
So who would’ve thought that [?]
The Windy City with time
Like my [?] design is for the masses
[?]
It ain’t the greatest of passive faces
To capture the [?]
To crashing from enacting and acting a sheeple
Eat the steeple
Flashing a passionate people
Come on, we’re having a rap
And imagining we see no future, dude polluted the past
That’ll be the sickest needle in this needlestack
Act, the hands of time will heap season the season
Keep the seeds when it’s freezing
And tweak the beat to the reason
And heaving, breathing on it, come un-stuck
The vanished people
When we stand it in the [?]
We’re Sandpeople, come on
It’s on [?] defining the taxes
To set the freedom to freedom, just rewinding its action
Confined [?] detaching from his evil’s passage of time
And I’ma leave this time machine
Some time to gleam in its prime

[Hook + Qwel]
Everything’s happening at the turn of the century
I’m gonna find myself a time machine
Go to the turn of the century
(Yo, yo—Debaser)
And all those

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