Woorden:
Prime Time Shadows

Slaving at night time, life is such a bitch It seems that loving is my crime That's the way it's got to be... When your shadows wears my name When

the place Let's get smokin' Yeah prime time concert tonite Everybody wants to feel the groove Everybody wants their feet to move Let's get rockin' now Good time

it even when I'm Sleep My screw's loose, I hate when loose change fall in them seats Because I need every dime like Magic Johnson or Hugh Hefner living in his prime Prime

beat you up steal your drugs and I'm a try 'em later Soon as I get on methadone I make your dreams come true Cause I'm a gladiator with the prime of

you even loaded up your glock? Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga From that 24 Garden Block That's doin' time For shootin' shadows

clack The impact's a passion of massive plane crash The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister Might injure, your nine endin' your life when it's the Prime miniature time witness the prime

is the time you've waited for Far below, where shadows fester As they grow an army thousands strong Obsessed by right and wrong They sense their time

step we use to fear Spread your wings and come my way Like a distant other day Sense the love and joy it brings Lifelessly awake I wonder if shadows

we would win Orchids or tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken