Samiyam - Overtime/Over Time lyrics

[Intro: Kev Bars] Hey [Hook: Kev Bars] Kickin' older or newer lines You decide if you want the truth, or if you're cool with lies To despise without a listen Rhymes I've written over time - still I'm puttin' in overtime x2 [Verse 1: Kev Bars] Over time, I've dropped the vengeful interference The troubles from my past that blurred my sight when at its clearest The thing that k**ed my verbal, sh** spilled out into my lyrics I wouldn't k**, but my rhymes would've surely delivered spirits ...But I'm weary of talking past things Still the projects' prophetic prospect, never a has been And I ain't askin' - demandin' respect And I'll be lastin' - glance I'll be cashin' them checks Especially when society wants me failure-bound Uneducated, jaded, addicted until they nail me down Still keepin my head up in my status - I'll never face the ground And I'll be an architect at my craft until I amaze the crowds Yes, I've got blueprints inside of me I've chosen to be quiet, then was shrouded in that silence - Jeez! But you'll never catch me in church now Your flow is garbage greens I'm blowin' Grand Daddy Purps out So point me to success family, I'll take the first route Ain't stressin' disrespect - realized it ain't the worst clout I ink verses that reverse doubt - it hurts, ouch The type of sh** you haven't heard 'bout, but earns shouts Granted, I couldn't find my way before Or even now, in this music game I constantly deplore See these so-called "artists" claim I clash with they decor I'm lookin Edgar Allen Poe and rappin' at they chamber door [Hook: Kev Bars] [Verse 2: Kev Bars] This that absinthe, synth rap, that cannabis/piff chat No ravenous spit, I'm so magnanimous with that To the critics, my thoughts practicin' abstinence, get that? It's hard to be this good and keep their manliness intact Yeah, and "they's" the hip-hop game These non-artist, f**in' wannabe Brick Top lames Got so much Flava, no need for one of them tick-tock chains They "f** the world"? Man, I'm just seein' 'em lip lock fame My sh**'s all flame - draggin' dudes through plains in kingdoms fallen While the futile clench their thrones - clutch the change they held so darling to 'em Should have known I was a problem to 'em That's why they're sleepin' on the dude next to embalming fluid Call me "stupid", I just don't want your carca** putrid These lines I blow ain't gotta be disolved in mucus Quit lyin' on me, that's not how the honest do it Flow got 'em sayin' "How he just a college student?" [Hook: Kev Bars] [Verse 3: Kev Bars] Over time calm, confident in this metropolis On top of sh** like a dog with a hardened dick And girls bump it too to try to learn something new About this true typhoon I do pump into An atmosphere of b**bs, attitude quite prude "Hi Jude" - I'm spitting onto her-o-ine spoons Nevermind you, I'm barely trying to Make up for the learning that I should've did in high school My mind drools - thoughts leak off the tongue tip Wack swag rappers get flushed like the blunt clip For thinkin' they the sh** And claimin' that the key to entertainment sk** is how to make a hit - Naw! Too legit y'all, watch how the homey gloat Boy Humanoid, no Hotel Tokio Won't tiptoe, or hokey-poke round these phony folk Who quote swaggadocio - these hoes mad Pinocchio