Sync-in City

Face the facts I'm just a woman basement rat When Jason packs a train Kyle lays the track I lay it back even take a break from rap We fake my life to the point I wake in black Does the city really state the facts of where you're at Step outside of it and do they care you're black Playing hard when you're where nobody hears you at You're scared of that let me make it clear for that Ten percent turn around and catch the scent Of the world that you know that never hears your vent Spare suspense see it with a clear intent Make a mark crash fucking make a dent Guarantee you'll see things that'll make you wince Couple of dicks with death till you're making sense It's all crap time always lyrically rap time Had it again cause I never really rest my mind I used to love the feeling that I could make out the list But now I get the feeling it's a place I don't know Held up by all the spaces mixed with them bad intentions In perfect form we get dimension and it's sick slow I used to love the feeling that I could make out the list But now I get the feeling it's a place I think you know Held up by all the spaces mixed with them bad intentions In perfect form we get dimension and it's sick slow Said back to the groove my city gets smaller every time that I move away cway away that I stay upside down hook things that make Jay See I walk on the swamps so when the problems rise cnd I look for a case that I can put my eyes in Eyes are blind and sometimes conniving Make you rush to a battle where nobody's fighting Use your head motherfucker for your life's reciting I tell myself let's break the code No love shack pussy that is made of gold Criminals still end on a poor man's road Rich men still end with a poor man's soul Soul fast-faced so is harvest and rat-faced I let it sink to my soul to make a catchphrase Prep time always lyrically rep time cnd I yank till I never really rest my That I could make out the list But now I get the feeling it's a place I don't know Held up by all the spaces mixed with them bad intentions In perfect form we get dimension and it's sick slow I just feel like I'm feeling that I can't let go of this But now I get the feeling it's a place I don't know Held up by all the spaces mixed with them bad intentions In perfect form we get dimension and it's sick slow I'm in sync I used to love but feel that then I could blank out no gifts But now I get the feeling it's a place I don't know Held up by all the spaces mixed with them bad intentions In perfect form we get dimension and it's sick slow I used to love but feel that then I could blank out no gifts But now I get the feeling it's a place I don't know Held up by all the spaces mixed with them bad intentions In perfect form we get dimension and it's sick slow