| Song | Time Keeps on Slipping |
| Artist | Deltron 3030 |
| Album | Deltron 3030 |
| 作词 : Albarn, Dan the Automator ... | |
| Yeah, that's the funky funky shit, ay bust it, yo, yo | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Deltron tremendous force to end your courssssse. every whim is enforced | |
| I send men with torches to raid your fortress | |
| And in the process radiate your optics | |
| Subconsciously haunt emcees | |
| Super human technician atomic inner dimension | |
| Too mental with intuition | |
| Typographical aptitude let my lasers clap at you | |
| Mapped the route, psychologically crappin' out, what you laughing bout? | |
| Imitations getting penetrated in free simulations | |
| In my emcee training class remain in mass | |
| Never get liquidated convert energy | |
| Into matter instantly, with a pen and pad | |
| Calculate the Sino graph, heat the center of gravity | |
| Abolish apathy graphically packing 380's | |
| With body heat sensitive bullets you need safety | |
| Fest on your face and neck | |
| Mental armory levitate legs for my monarchy | |
| No malarkey my flows embarking | |
| Psionically sparking brain cells til they're sparkling | |
| (chorus) x2 | |
| No one knows the time passing by. | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I remake my universe every time I use a verse | |
| To fulfill my destiny, emcees rest in peace | |
| Side barriers provide care within | |
| From impurities every word sees your attention like third degree | |
| I subjugate you other fake performers while the bass of your face | |
| No sense you be in attempt fleeting | |
| Emcees siphon my likeness | |
| Biting my insides like five enchiladas | |
| This plain of existence is amazingly different | |
| From my orbital oratory always going for the glory | |
| You pop wide open from my slice slogans | |
| I stay in effect with alien tech | |
| Make you wanna say he's the best | |
| With synchronization with commendation its armor plated hard to fake it | |
| Never carbonated, scar your matrix | |
| Virtually uncertainty, murk your mediocre sheets and sofa with my style and energy | |
| Del assembling, a realm where anything is possible | |
| NASA scientists can't define this mechanical mindset | |
| Diamond alignment | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Mathematical astro, grapple flow | |
| Pterodactyl, very factual crash course, last resort | |
| Cast me off, at last we warp to my own world, my own neurological cubbyhole | |
| Open the airshaft I'll be there fast! | |
| With spare raps to tear back their mass | |
| Deltron experimental critical literal | |
| Professor test the pitiful | |
| Micronautalyst interchangeable | |
| All of this gamma grammar far from bema | |
| Got mind control bandannas | |
| To control your clan with scanners | |
| Brand the planet like a band of bandits | |
| Who man the cannons and guns with random | |
| Sub atomic, love of logic, bug with phonics | |
| Tub of chronic low in bridle with controlling ciphers | |
| Unraveling rhyme, in traveling time | |
| Alien life form mail in a pipe bomb | |
| Deltoid life long I write songs | |
| Monarch absolute, serve a glass of proof | |
| When I vanish leave my spirit in a planet | |
| On top of the surface my words and wit emerging |
| zuò cí : Albarn, Dan the Automator ... | |
| Yeah, that' s the funky funky shit, ay bust it, yo, yo | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Deltron tremendous force to end your courssssse. every whim is enforced | |
| I send men with torches to raid your fortress | |
| And in the process radiate your optics | |
| Subconsciously haunt emcees | |
| Super human technician atomic inner dimension | |
| Too mental with intuition | |
| Typographical aptitude let my lasers clap at you | |
| Mapped the route, psychologically crappin' out, what you laughing bout? | |
| Imitations getting penetrated in free simulations | |
| In my emcee training class remain in mass | |
| Never get liquidated convert energy | |
| Into matter instantly, with a pen and pad | |
| Calculate the Sino graph, heat the center of gravity | |
| Abolish apathy graphically packing 380' s | |
| With body heat sensitive bullets you need safety | |
| Fest on your face and neck | |
| Mental armory levitate legs for my monarchy | |
| No malarkey my flows embarking | |
| Psionically sparking brain cells til they' re sparkling | |
| chorus x2 | |
| No one knows the time passing by. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I remake my universe every time I use a verse | |
| To fulfill my destiny, emcees rest in peace | |
| Side barriers provide care within | |
| From impurities every word sees your attention like third degree | |
| I subjugate you other fake performers while the bass of your face | |
| No sense you be in attempt fleeting | |
| Emcees siphon my likeness | |
| Biting my insides like five enchiladas | |
| This plain of existence is amazingly different | |
| From my orbital oratory always going for the glory | |
| You pop wide open from my slice slogans | |
| I stay in effect with alien tech | |
| Make you wanna say he' s the best | |
| With synchronization with commendation its armor plated hard to fake it | |
| Never carbonated, scar your matrix | |
| Virtually uncertainty, murk your mediocre sheets and sofa with my style and energy | |
| Del assembling, a realm where anything is possible | |
| NASA scientists can' t define this mechanical mindset | |
| Diamond alignment | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Mathematical astro, grapple flow | |
| Pterodactyl, very factual crash course, last resort | |
| Cast me off, at last we warp to my own world, my own neurological cubbyhole | |
| Open the airshaft I' ll be there fast! | |
| With spare raps to tear back their mass | |
| Deltron experimental critical literal | |
| Professor test the pitiful | |
| Micronautalyst interchangeable | |
| All of this gamma grammar far from bema | |
| Got mind control bandannas | |
| To control your clan with scanners | |
| Brand the planet like a band of bandits | |
| Who man the cannons and guns with random | |
| Sub atomic, love of logic, bug with phonics | |
| Tub of chronic low in bridle with controlling ciphers | |
| Unraveling rhyme, in traveling time | |
| Alien life form mail in a pipe bomb | |
| Deltoid life long I write songs | |
| Monarch absolute, serve a glass of proof | |
| When I vanish leave my spirit in a planet | |
| On top of the surface my words and wit emerging |