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shodi - turn of the century lyrics

[verse 1]
>be a time traveler
a future and past rapper
when a few turn and ask ya;
“why you talkin about dark matters?”
“cause of new standards!” i spoke in a stand-up
interruptin cuz that’s the kind of man that i am now
still i never plan out, because i seen it pan out
been writin steins;gate since i first took the pen out
five-finger discount
if you gunnin, point the wrist down
fist bound cause 30 rounds ain’t my style
i ain’t hostile, despite y’all exile
pull up to the party, 8 by 3 mile
and i spit a freestyle, mentally going senile
re-found a reason to re-open these files
then i read em in a way that makes me vile
too many drinks led me to be on speed dial
ended up payin like a ended free trial
she fell out of my life, and i get no retrials like
(everything’s happening)

[verse 2]
and it’s happenin backwards
cause these words be slurred when i’m hangin with these nerds
re-turntable to return to the spot of fable
dip into the water like culinary without a ladle
cause i’ve come to bury the hatchet, my tell-tale heart
rewind and restart, from that climax part
refind myself searchin for the future me
the clock ticked 12 and i was hangin in the weeds
destiny kept me from ever interjecting
into my history, leadin down the stones that i was steppin
let me, since i know what that meant to me
not just a single moment that you were next to me
everything’s happening, i’d find a true end
a new friend, but old then at 5am
and i am finding intent in my pen
in that tent, i meant to be attentive

[verse 3]
in this moment, you are my repentance
invasion of my sense like a death sentence
remembrance of your breath inhibits my ascendance
i said in the rest since i get myself stressin
stress. no time cause i can never rest
can’t worry in the past ’til i’m past that everest
then the next comes to me in a dream
so i’m pressed on figuring out just what “two beats” means
servin my life like a movie scene
so it’s like a vn in a loopin sequence
see, touch, taste, hear a special frequency
from your lips came to ears of mine, delinquency
i loved ya back then, but i couldn’t give a f-ck now
ever since i started to wonder on “who art thou?”
you ain’t my style, butcha made the deep cut
so before i go over my whole file, i’ma let it shut

- shodi lyrics

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