Never Second Guess

Song Description

This track should be considered "Mental Gymnastics" for the lyrically inclined. There are far too many codes of ancient wisdom embedded in this song to be deciphered in one listen. Pull out your paper and pencils and begin to decode the meanings.

Song Length 4:07 Genre Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Progressive
Tempo Medium Slow (91 - 110) Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Mood Composed, Cool Subject Power, Other
Similar Artists Nas, Nas Language English
Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

Chorus:
I'm living in a dream, time is irrelevant.
Looking for the means so I rhyme for the hell of it.

When you hear the truth spoken clear without embellishment

Never second-guess you know exactly who was telling it!
(Repeat)

Verse 1:
A lot of cats are called and so few are chosen, they anxiously await the masterpiece that I'm composing.

Inception level event when I be dozing, when I'm awake I'm a fed level security threat of course I'ma go in.

The flow is so damn organic, that I stimulate economies; my narrative narrowly navigates national policy.

Algorithmic anomaly I am not to be doubted, devout as Mohammadeans, Salah din with technology.

This is Annunaki knowledge given through a prophecy. Ancient Egyptian wisdom, a vision deciphered properly.

Nazi German democracy, serving certain monopolies, Sermons, Surah's and homilies, virgin birth and hypocrisy.

I kick it where the witches be Master of the mysteries, mission to illicitly deliver truth consistently.

A rapid eye massacre, movement through linear history, this revenge of the nerds get wit me if you listening.


Chorus:
I'm living in a dream, time is irrelevant.
Looking for the means so I rhyme for the hell of it.

When you hear the truth spoken clear without embellishment


Never second-guess you know exactly who was telling it!
(Repeat)

Verse 2:

My homie told me get back in the booth and spit it honestly, expose a liar to the truth and watch him take a shot at me.

Granted I'm from the burbs, a bi-product of parents colleging, how I could be this tuned in it's gotta be my astrology.

Some how I knew that this would be the perfect opportunity for you and me to have a little conversation musically.

Stated simple and plain just get your brain up out your backside,

stop supporting these cats that don't manipulate a track right.

I was so meant to do it I was backpack in my past life, not a new jack over new tracks I could do raps over bagpipes.

And how could he be this dope without any curses in his verses, no rehearsing either must be like evil or devil worship.

Considered to be the cream of the crop emerging to surface, I'm serving dessert cause hunger and thirst is serving its purpose.

I mean, don't mistake me for a rapper cause my words rhyme, go back and read my first line as if it were your first time.

Chorus:
I'm living in a dream, time is irrelevant.
Looking for the means so I rhyme for the hell of it.

When you hear the truth spoken clear without embellishment
Never second-guess you know exactly who was telling it!

(Repeat)

Verse 3:
This is steady progression of lessons learned in a R.E.M. state, they tell you otherwise, they lying like students at Penn State.

Get it, Nittany Lions, the wit is simply supplying' efficient wisdom with timing, to rival Big in his prime.

I intend on reviving, Egyptian, Incan, and Mayan, magician spells of a tyrant to get the belt of Orion.

I am here to remind them, that charismatically rhyming while lacking substance behind them, and shaking shooting or shining,

Is wasting our precious time, and I got enough to spare, I'm the pachyderm in the in the room they insisting isn't there.

Cause the flow is so conspiracy, listen if you're hearing me, the theories in the lyrics seem as real as they appear to be.

So I don't have to say it, the greatest has been debated, since Adam and Eve were naked but that aint authenticated.

So I am making a statement and validating my placement atop the tower of babel, and taking off in my spaceship.

Chorus:
I'm living in a dream, time is irrelevant.
Looking for the means so I rhyme for the hell of it.

When you hear the truth spoken clear without embellishment
Never second-guess you know exactly who was telling it!

(Repeat)

Lyrics John Graham Music Mark Henry
Producer Mark Henry Publisher BMI
Performance BMI Label None
This track is on 2 Member Playlists
Playlist Creator Playlist Name Date Added
Pistolero Rap 9/13/2013
Jesse Spawn Hip Hop 9/28/2011

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