Hook:   It all comes down to this, it all comes down (x3)      A lot of match to insense, I'm tense with every sentence   Dence is how my weed is I rock them ill Adidas   Yo my feet is in deep peep my twist lingustics   Loud like Steve Ripkith but most of y'all won't miss it   To some it comes slower others much faster   My rhymes stand out like calliped at the Masters   Ask the question "Yo let me step up"   I say you can't try us cause fools dying    Before they get the chance like Len Blias   Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade    More content then when rent is paid   And renitent like raider spraid   Oow yo first date is made for those who needed evidence   Becoming ill never defeating the purpose   But I propose my flows goes off the deep end    Living everyday of the week like a weekend   That's just my lifestyle I'll cut like a knife while   You'll dull like shine never mind it's the end of the time      Hook:   "It's the end of the time" -Group Home      While some crash the backboard I slash the blackboard   With permanet chalf I decode your thought   Thee eraser I will rip apart to make a marker   Flooded with more sheets now lines are darker   But who would of thought when nine years have past   The lines will contain the signs of the pat   And when my day finally comes at last   I resound taking out mad fools in the blast      Evidence will keep it on lyrics hi tech like tron   Visualize pictures drawn in neon   With suttle backdrops blackk for silouetts   Torn up cities that floundered nothing left   No fish in the streams no natural greens   Like a dream or a scene from 2014   But that's the next let my stay on the line   Evidence violated till the end of the time      Hook (x2)      I pick up vibes like God part of Quarty Hey   Through my brain sends my arms back signals of pain   I take you where I need to go from the scheme to the store   I travel when i flow we can do Mars like Joe   Then stroll back to Earth critique your transmission   You must renovate then innovate in a dimension   Not just of sound and sight but of mind like the twilight   Your rhymes are incomplete like a piece without the highlight   I be that artist painting pictures lyrically   In 3D to make that picture pop out spherically   When I rap I do laps like Tyco race tracks   So I bomb exact I sue my airial map   Poetic contractor design and build   Many intricate messages are messed with skill   Prescriptions are filled by traditional    Medicinal appressional rhymes   To break down before the end of the time      Hook (x2)      Outro:   Shit that's how we do it. Dilated Peoples just rule   "It's the end of the time" (x4)