ItzSpvceMan - Hours Pa** By lyrics

[Intro: Allan Watts] (Clocks ticking) Time is a social institution and not a physical reality There is no such thing as time in the natural world The world of stars and waters, and mountains and clouds and living organisms [Verse 1: EZEC] Feel like my whole life changed in the last year Family supports me, they know that there's cash here They know I won't grow up to be a cashier We all know I can make it if I just spit my raps clear They know that everything is fine They know I'm gonna make it if I focus on my time That's all we really got, yeah that's all we really need I will show the world that I will succeed Cause I'm me, I'm unique, yes I am a different breed I'm growing right now, so I started up as a seed This ain't a game, but other rappers I one-up Y'all grind to like 3 in the morning, but I grind to the sun up I put in my effort, you can't measure But I'm under pressure, but none the lesser I'm still designing my rhymes, to make them sound better Do it forever, I see my dreams as pieces the way I put it together Let's go [Interlude: Allan Watts] There is such a thing as rhythm Rhythm of tides, rhythm of biological processes But time as such is a social institution Now of course, are we going to take time seriously That is the big question [Verse 2: EZEC] And through this music I'm gonna just change my life The art of the world's so beautiful if you can paint it right I'm not a rapper, not a thug in the streets But I still put it down like a murderer on these beats I'm an artist, some nights I never go to sleep Cause that's another minute lost, I could make my dream complete Put in my time, and I make it all just sound right So when I get up on stage, I make sure that the crowds right I'm dedicated (dedicated), I stayed inside On Friday nights, instead of having fun, yo I'd rather grind I was in the studio, speaking to my microphone Check the clock, it's the morning, I guess the night is gone Until the sun comes back up, and the records just get smashed up I won't even listen if you tell me that my raps s** Nah (nah, nah, nah) it's all in my mind But when I grind I just make the most all of my time So who you know works this hard and is just 15 And writing these sixteens and following his dream? Nobody, cause nobody, got the drive like I do Nobody's k**ing rap just by writing simple haikus [Interlude: Alan Watts] Time is money, time is of the essence And we do, don't we? Live in a culture Or a complex of cultures in the Western world Where we are literally driven by time [Verse 3: EZEC] I wasn't made for these times, I was for way back Before it was Raybans, Gucci, and Maybachs Back when you would lay back, and just trade raps Don't worry about the money that you throw, you get paid back No executives trying to undermine your talents You'd work your whole life and it would show in your balance You could upscale your life from an apartment to a palace When you thought of quick rhymes, free styling was a challenge "I get money, throwing bills for the hell of it" 2 years from now you whack rappers are all irrelevant My rhymes are elegant, got some meaning and that's a big deal Now theres too much beef and not enough bread, that's a sh** meal Keep ya sh** real, speak what's on your mind Real talent and raw lyrics are so hard to find See I'm always on my grind, I always speak the truth Trying to inspire the youth, and spit some fire in the booth I wasn't made for this second now right now But I'll try and capture the time when I write down Get up on stage and I vibe with the right crowd But all there is, is phones up and lights down Rocking to the right sound, but I'm in the present Rapping is my profession, you can tell in every session Every message, you can hear it Every annotated lyric You can read what I mean, you can feel it in my spirit like [Interlude: Allan Watts] Word, the old fashioned word, instincts And now they call them drives Because there's this feeling You got to make that deadline There's something there you got to get to [Verse 4: EZEC] This is just the beginning But my story stays she same Me and these other rappers are opposites causing I'm running the game Working 12 hours like an insomniac, I do Speaking to my girl, ain't met someone just like you Now you've heard the first half 5 songs in, can you relate to my craft? Did you smile? Are you proud? Did you cry? Did you laugh? Or did just skip past? The right side of your mind is creative and topical The left side is realistic and logical My teacher told me financially, the left would keep me strong Forget the other side, does that mean that the right is wrong? Doesn't matter, every type of beat I write along But for every emotion and every mood I have a song For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets Cause this is where intellect and versatility meets Cheated on by my ex, I'm drinking about her Writing these hot lines, I'm thinking about burns Always in paradise, there's something I might learn I feel like I'm changing, throw me in any cypher This is everything I want, it's elegant and refined Perfection is to the dime, this is my moment in time This is my Chronic, my Under Pressure, my Illmatic Started 2 years ago, but you know that I'm still at it I got a team, and I'm following my scheme Now I'll let you enjoy the other half of my dream Other rappers doing nothing, watching the gra** die I been in the studio working, watching the hours pa** by [Outro] (Clocks ticking)