A moment ends, I’ve got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time
N.A.S.A, Gifted
A moment ends, I’ve got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time
N.A.S.A, Gifted
