Timezone LaFontaine - Heads Up, Eyes Up

When I left I never once turned back
Kicking up dust on an old dirt track
Raising that sand up – old souls stand up
Who needs a band – what – put your hands up
I trust none of y'all – had to learn that
Out in front of y'all – know you heard that
Since then it's heads up, eyes up
Stepping razor – don't test the size – what
I brought a dime to a dollar store
But they weren't even selling what I was calling for
Soul's one thing you can never buy
Some of y'all sell yours but i'd never try
Set your center where your hip's at
Ease it up the mountain path with the switchback
Gimme something I can get a handle on
Fans of zone know – I stand alone, so
Best of success in the quest to express love
Expect cash is what you'll get less of
And heartache, you'll get some more of this
An open hand roll up and form a fist
Keeping open a door – hoping for more
Rope-a-doping the evil host of the war
Coasting on massive hate – I castigate
I put tracks to tape to reanimate the love
When they're provoking the anger
Zone LaFone smoke in the banger
You don't have to ask if that's the shit
Take you two pulls and then pass that shit
You never heard a thing like my set sound
That's the word I bring so get get down
If you dare – I wish you luck in there
And if you can't dig that, you're a fucking square
When I left I never once turned back
Kicking up dust on an old dirt track
Raising that sand up – old souls stand up
Who needs a band – what – put your hands up
I trust none of y'all – had to learn that
Out in front of y'all – know you heard that
Since then it's heads up, eyes up
Stepping razor – don't test the size – what
Heatwaves – shimmering horizon
Blacktop – thermometer rising
No shade on a two-lane blue highway
Moving through – say, you going my way?
Get your ride tuned up for dawn to dusk
Shake the rust off – dust off the loss of trust
That's raw as fuck – the vibe I'm sending
Purr like a panther kitten – idle engine
Pop the hood up and take a good look
Check the he art of the ride – I write the guidebook
Damn right it cooks – it's only mid-morning
If emcees are “Balance,” I'm “Fair Warning”
You feel your manbun rustle, so don't test
Space between the notes – bass that zone blessed
Toy producers I make memorials
Like and subscribe to Youtube tutorials
All you learn, how to be a soundalike
No original style coming down the pike
Rap crooks concoct wack hooks
I crack the side of your dome with your own MacBook
I get it going with dust, rust and diesel
Turn heads and burn beds of evil
Speakers blown – I redline the needle
Lethal venom type man of the people
When I left I never once turned back
Kicking up dust on an old dirt track
Raising that sand up – old souls stand up
Who needs a band – what – put your hands up
I trust none of y'all – had to learn that
Out in front of y'all – know you heard that
Since then it's heads up, eyes up
Stepping razor – don't test the size – what

Written by:
Giles O'Dell

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