Timeless Lyrics - Mc Zulu

Timeless are the vibes. Original Badman MC ZULU 'pon dem case 

The one called Liquid Stranger a hit you with Riddim, Well you done know already 

Party time, keep it hot. Baby make your body rock. 

Give no thought to the plot of people 'round the world. 

Emptiness, sanity, add more weight increase the gravity. 

Feel the bass we keep them crunk, make them jump constantly, you see? 

This globe, I hoped would revolt with results and work it out. (no doubt) 

Instead, these nations' fathers turned their backs on sons and daughters. 

The more I try read up, the more I find I can't keep up, but yet and still the dance is heating up. 

CHORUS 

Ram It Up 

See run from everything that matters 

Fling It Up 

Plenty promise, but dem don't hold water 

Mash It Up 

When Rudie come a dance you fi know me run the town 

You cyaan't keep a Badman down 

Ram It Up 

Play the music that the dance people prefer 

Fling It Up 

Still dem fickle and dem change like the weather 

Mash it Up 

But TIMELESS are the vibes and the words with this sound 

You cyaan't keep a Badman down 

I know what these heathens are thinking. 

They want to see status before they place their beliefs in, like something major 

that they could blame if they find their faith has been mistakenly laid at these altars 

with no rhyme or no reason. It's not so crucial. 

Make sure you stop and pay your contribution to gain the rest of this knowledge. 

In a world of great depression I will prosper regardless. 

Even enemies would agree that I bring the flow so absurd, it's my word, you'd get served, 

Lord I'd murder most of these artists 

CHORUS 

Wait there, let me start from beginning. 

You reach your promotion but still you can't make a living? 

Somebody tell you that compromise is the way that the game is played, I would tell you a different thing when me hit you with Riddim, but keep your hopes up. 

You have in mind a way you want the future to take its shape. Instead of talking Make the ones who run up dem mouth start demonstrate... and Make the dollars... Make the gyal dem holler... Make the world take notice of greatness. Control your fate. Never too late 

Never too late, TIME being what it is. 

The number one commodity, walking hand in hand with memory. 

Steadfast in their deadly purpose, seemingly out of man's control. 

But I and I is original Badman. And I mon know seh the dangerous ones are those who ask the questions. 

Plant the seed of doubt for your mental cultivation. Control your universe. 

CHORUS