History Doesn't Repeat It Rhymes

I f*ck with that, run it back like matt forte The bears, pull a pen out my torso Slumber a fortnight, time a popsicle Snapped, my band rubber fool, spit the Music of god, lyrics inaudible From the first sound to the last, there's notta wasted noise The first choice-when you discover your own voice Uncovered my faith and returned home Spliff burn slow, thoughts ashes in the wind Never waiver fool, I gotta passion for the sin At last its again, like deja vu But history doesn't repeat, it rhymes (Facts) A fact isn't truth, it's a lie that trys Sound is creation, these words a play This verse a game, a game that tests That's why I sit enscribing time on the edge of a desk You never know youve gone too far until its too late You never know what you got until ya aint You never know what your made of til you break Spirit my breath, my only instrumental fate, look Since a kid, been sentimental, sent a devil To angel with a message, that said truce I heard of truth, been looking for some proof The evidence repetetive n edited thus doomed So every time I step into a booth, I know that I'm not Quadroon i know that I am not my tunes Esoteric maybe but its been apparent lately Why I keep my mind quiet as the parrot sleeping I remember recording rhymes while my parents sleeping Cornered in a closet with my conscious and a beat straight beefing Leaving, nothing left, put it all on the track Pick the world up and put it all on my back just like that I f*ck with that, run it back like matt forte The bears, pull a pen out my torso Slumber a fortnight, time a popsicle Snapped, my band rubber fool, spit the Music of god, lyrics inaudible From the first sound to the last, there's notta wasted noise The first choice-when you discover your own voice Uncovered my faith and returned home Thoughts moving at the speed of light, the speed of mind The speed of time, I speak in rhymes and think in signs if you invited inside, you'll be enlightened And ignited by the fire of your inner fight, no beginner's luck I'm a sinner look, ain't a fucking fluke but also Got some angel in my blood, a halo for a hairdew An apprentice to the sun, with god in my breath The cosmos in my flesh, the one I become Spliff burn slow, thoughts ashes in the wind Never waiver fool, I gotta passion for the sin At last its again, like deja vu But history doesn't repeat, it rhymes (Facts) A fact isnt truth, it's a lie that trys Sound is creation, these words a play This verse a game... a game that tests That's why I sit enscribing time on the edge of a desk Shit stinky like some gas money