dimetime baby
Yo, step into the shadows, where the dim lights flicker, Grayson Gough, the name, but they call him Dimetime, quicker, In the depths of the night, where the whispers grow thick, He’s the king of the dark, with a flow that’s a slick trick. Creepin’ through the alley, where the lost souls roam, Spittin’ rhymes so cold, they chill you to the bone, With a mind like a labyrinth, twisted and complex, Every bar a dagger, every line a reflex. (Verse 2) Got a vision so vivid, it’s like a nightmare’s dream, In a world full of chaos, he’s the silent scream, Dimetime on the rise, like a shadow in the mist, When he steps to the mic, you can’t help but resist. With a pen in his hand, he’s a lyrical assassin, Words hit like bullets, no escaping the passion, Grayson in the dark, where the echoes collide, In the heart of the struggle, that’s where he’ll reside.
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Yo, step into the shadows, where the dim lights flicker, Grayson Gough, the name, but they call him Dimetime, quicker, In the depths of the night, where the whispers grow thick, He’s the king of the dark, with a flow that’s a slick trick. Creepin’ through the alley, where the lost souls roam, Spittin’ rhymes so cold, they chill you to the bone, With a mind like a labyrinth, twisted and complex, Every bar a dagger, every line a reflex. (Verse 2) Got a vision so vivid, it’s like a nightmare’s dream, In a world full of chaos, he’s the silent scream, Dimetime on the rise, like a shadow in the mist, When he steps to the mic, you can’t help but resist. With a pen in his hand, he’s a lyrical assassin, Words hit like bullets, no escaping the passion, Grayson in the dark, where the echoes collide, In the heart of the struggle, that’s where he’ll reside.