My Time

It’s Rave
I’ve said it all before, I’m not freestyling
My mind just re-calls like I’m speed dialling
Why’s everybody wanna cease the ceasfire
We return candles and flowers, but we keep violence
Stop the silence, like we can’t breathe
I’m here to open your eyes like TED
Always trying to improvise with the rhyme so I guess you could
Call me that Guy Coma from the BBC, Uh
We fall back on our black, white, black, white, black formation
And a bust a track at the train station
We’re the real rail network, forget about our net worth
Get the heat check on us trail blazing
Standing in line, like we’re in the navy
Said I’m the real one standing like I’m slim shady
I’m all dressed in a bright high vis vest and I take a step forth I’m the real
fake tradie
Damn straight, this a scare campaign
Not political, enough with the fake handshakes, we’re the
Fix it crew with shhh to do but not temporary cover like another bands-aid
(Bridge)
I’m waiting, still waiting, uh
Remain patient, now let’s go
Now I might be slow at everything else
At least I know about myself
This time I’ll go without no help
Now it’s my time, my time
Now I might be slow at everything else
At least I know about myself
This time I’ll go without no help
Now it’s my time, my time
Uh, tell the teleprompter to go and send word to me
Referring solely on the screen like I’m Burgandy
Inadvertently swerving, while I spit this serpentine sermon
That’ll hit you verbally vermin, and I split you surgically serving
I’m back at it a rap addict that’s here to attack any whack rapper
Inadequate and incapable of. .. Adding the mathematics
Ain’t heard of that classic? Tragic
I’m so shocked that I stand static
Enough of the same old claims, that you own the throne
Seen the same old lines like a home phone, and I don’t know
What tell you, will you go back to rap school, man I hope so
Give me another condescending tone
And I’m sending ten con men to your home
Put you in a black Benz and, jet you off to the Middle East for 60 minutes
Have you flying round in a no fly zone, uh
Man I’m so Barbaric, you could probably find me at the local sports bar
Screaming in my footy colours like get the ball grab it
I’m so charismatic, no wait, I meant car asthmatic
Like when I’m smiling with my shades through the window of the commodore got my
blue inhaler in the automatic a manic mechanic I’m up in the attic and I’m
sitting as high as an addict
(Bridge)
I’m waiting, still waiting, uh
Remain patient, now let’s go
Now I might be slow at everything else
At least I know about myself
This time I’ll go without no help
Now it’s my time, my time
Now I might be slow at everything else
At least I know about myself
This time I’ll go without no help
Now it’s my time, my time, my time, my time