Lyrics: Aja Monet/Mick Jenkins/Vic Mensa
Music: Justin Brown/Daniel Mintseris/Jermaine Paul/Meshell Ndegeocello/Aja Monet
Every now and when
In the yesteryear yawn
Ancient embryos eternally
Swing the fishing pole of memory
Capturing today
Baited by breaths of tomorrow
Twice in a blue blood moon
We dream of doubtless rhythms
To collage our moments
Shedding self
Quantum futures
Past, present always beyond
Psychedelic sayings
Grounded in storytelling tradition
Tardy, we measure the space
By the changes
We wade with waiting tides
Moment to moment
It be in front or behind
A constellation of seeing through
Stewed glimpses
Blinks of a sneeze
The tea kettle's voice
Water at the brim of boiling
The change of a state
Murmurs between space
The year grew older, the further we saw it
A silver strand of breath
Eyes as wounds
We tell time
By how deep we buried the memory
We tell time
By the space between here and there
Sound lingering in the ether
Bouncing off the stars and moon
We swell and grow in the scrolling distance
We tell time by how many excuses you got before you answer
Or how we organize the noise
We tell time
By shading time
To love
In a place where there's no space
Or time
The length of our laughter lounging
Lift every giggling second, minute or hour
I too sing of timelessness
I wish you a future with no names
Time ain't real no how
When you're locked up, there's only two times
Day time and night time
When all you got is time
And folks outside waste time trying to make time
There’s only beginnings and ends
Time is cardiovascular
It stay running out
In due time
What you do with time is your time
You don’t serve time
You get time to serve you
How wristwatches
Continue to sell us the pipe dream of being able to own time
How the drummers keep time
Just in time
Our folk
We build the pyramids
Before twelve o'clock noon
And rest in the shade
Eating melons
And laughing at time
What a fool
What a fool
To think we could ever own
Time
Melting clocks
The calendar of emotions
Melt all the clocks
Now all of the G's shocked
The shade for the sun dials
We hitting the sweet spot
His Spirit in my deep breaths
Catch us on the bass clef
We've been trying to reach depths
Even like each step
On his own time
Always on time
No dial tone on the phone line
Only prayer hands
Gotta use your bare hands
And we still cooking
Even when it's dead pan
You can feel full
Let 'em watch the Tiktok, that's an earful
Always quite clear when it's in the rear view
How a different time zone gon' get near you
Minute, month, week, hours
It's still true
And it's still Mr Rhythms tend to feel blue
When it's real, you don't need the time to clock T
**** breaking up a Matsa, it's not sweet
Boxes can't see it like a front row
Front row can't see it like they on stage
And when you in the spotlight you cannot see
If it's anything, these timetables taught me
It's the moment you start keeping that you lost me
If I could turn back the hands of time
No CIA for Franz Fanon
I reverse the bullet
To kill them at the marathon
The top of the tower of Babylon
Sending Nebuchadnezzar to liberate Palestine
One for Allah, two for Rahman Ir Raheem
I'm Salvador with the Dali shot
Spike Lee floating through BK and do the right thing
I die fighting the power like radio Raheem
Loving my left hand, hitting my right
Respect the architect
You build to destroy
I'm Frank Lloyd, rich, rich in every play that I write
The native tongues of the sun, spittin' radiant light
Radiant Uranium, the way I'm blazing the mic
This is nuclear energy
Mommy wah tah
With the Voodoo divinity
Ancestral memory
Theodor herzl- a curse for the enemy
With no rehearsal
Independent but the flow universal
Synesthetic see surreal
Blues and purples
Smoke signals and drum circles