(Time)

Yeah, you see that?

(Time)

See that up in the sky?

“Some call it the power of angels or devils”

“Hey, who the devil are you anyway?”

“Superstitious fear in the underworld by means of his magician’s tricks”

Sometimes I feel like the world is going under

Sky full of clouds, all I hear is thunder

Sometimes I feel like somebody’s always watching

Waiting for the fall, any chance they can hop in

Come and dip with me in the night, baby

Sometimes life gets crazy

You know I hold you down, baby, give you solace

Come and ride with the flyest

An OG told me nothing’s ever promised

Shit can get grimy, ****, you don’t want no problems

Just watch your back, ‘cause somebody’s always watching

Put on a mask and burn a bike, call me Robin

I’m from a place similar to Gotham

Out in the streets, you can catch me on the cottage when the semis explode

Hide your son and your daughter

Shoot out tire, drive your truck into water

No survivors, fire-rama

She wanna dip with the llama

But disrespect the god, meet the rhymer

Sometimes it feel like the world’s going under

(Sometimes it feel like the world’s going under)

Sometimes it feel like the world’s going under

(Sometimes it feel like the world’s going under)

Sometimes it feel like the world’s going under

(Sometimes it feel like the world’s going under)

Sometimes it feel like the world’s going under

(Sometimes it feel like the world’s going under)

Sometimes I feel like the world is going under

Sky full of clouds, all I hear is thunder

Sometimes I feel like somebody’s always watching

Waiting for the fall, any chance they can hop in

Come and dip with me in the night, baby

Sometimes life gets crazy

You know I hold you down, baby, give you solace

Come and ride with the flyest

Sometimes it’s like a maze, soft shoe on the pavement

Cab Calloway, my goon’s on a holiday

Cash cow, now you cashed out in the wrong place

Attack on the faint, it’s a war zone

Sometimes it’s dark and you're all alone

In the battles with the soul you go cold

Feeling rattled in the dome, you don’t know

Damn where to go

End up on a dead end street with no love, just desire for peace

Blacked out, no white, you can barely see

He wanna know where he can go to find relief

She wanna know wherever their love can be free

What is destiny to them is living in a dream

On the run, trying to make it out the same scheme: to be free

To be continued…

This half hour Saturday night adventure program recreates the authentic atmosphere of old...