Clockwork Lyrics

Clockwork lyrics

We getting' ready, to start the set



It's clockwork, got work

Put it in like doctors with awkwardness

Mopped your whole flock up

And walked toward ya

Scattered all up on the chalkboard

Socrates self is thoughtless

From farmers to Metropolis

I get these process all twisted

Form mental visual optics

My job description rock wiz

Clock ticks

I'm toxic giving oxygen to the thoughtless 

Intoxicant knocking the planet off it's axis 

Like oxes chappin(?)

Boxing compin (?) it up out though

Peepin it loose

Seeped in to you

Begin in to the outro



MC is what I be about though

The freshest widow without though

I can outflow

Any little doubt

Your little mouth throw out so

Take it out though

So I'm a gardener

I'm a chef eatin all you carnivores

I'm an ancient Zen master philosophic thought 

Comin like the Art of War

Handyman with lyrical hardware

And my house ain't made a ginger

But its made of an array of pages that'll slay ya like a ninja

Unemployed, no, I got work

And my job description

A rap technician

From sun up to sun down

And it's clockwork



Can you understand?

Every beat be made with sucker DJ's plus scissors and tape



Can you understand?

Lyrics that I write will put you in sound out of sight



Can you understand?

Master of scratching yes is he the one slippin 

Or is he the real captain?



Can you understand?

The way we rock keep runnin for a record around the clock



Grabbin the mic and unravelin with

The force of a javelin hit

Travelin Gift of Gab and I'm it

MC's are havin a fit

A man and a myth with a hat of magical tricks stored in my cabina-net,

Jamming and rippin the average listener cramming in it like a sandwich

A bit at a time

This critical rhyming individual will shine your pitiful kind

It's little so little that I will belittle your mind

Nigero tearin yo ego and spiritual flows

Divine imperial

Signed and delivered

So take time rewind and give it all

Your undivided attention

Divide is in division

Subtraction in addition

See I'm like a mathematician

Egyptologist wisdom

Hip-hop holy man submerging you all in my baptism

Security guard of the rap prison

Slap rhythms into newborns 

And birth rap ism into blunts from sacks hittin, 

Get em off and make fat dividends

Now that's livin

See I got work

And my job description

A rap technician

From sun up to sun down

And it's clockwork



Can you understand?

Every beat be made with sucker DJ's plus scissors and tape



Can you understand?

Lyrics that I write will put you in sound out of sight



Can you understand?

Master of scratching yes is he the one slippin 

Or is he the real captain?



Can you understand?

The way we rock keep runnin for a record around the clock



One-two, one-two

This is my mic, my rhyme, my beat and my crowd



Do I have to give up my signature?

To get ya to figure it out

I'm walking the path that Allah had planted 

Or Jah, whoever you give your shout to

If your doubts

Rip you out your physical watch your spiritual drift up out

Floatin up on your way to infinity

Kiss the clouds

Just about

When you get to the point where the alien ships are out

Tell em I sent you to help ya and give ya directions 

Wherever you're going so that you don't miss the route

See, I send you traveling far

Unadulterated cleverness

And you'll never catch a flaw

I'm a hip-hop astrologist

And my raps a shooting star

I'm a bartender all into your mental 

Sittin at the bar ventures force injure 

More injure pretenders the inventor of plenty other dullage (?) 

Your loving buzzin at your door like Jehovah witnesses is in the fall

If I was your landlord you wouldn't need to pay the rent at all

Just give me applause whenever I floss that'll be the only cost

See my occupation

A rap technician

From sun up to sun down

And it's clockwork and it don't stop



Can you understand?

Every beat be made with sucker DJ's plus scissors and tape



Can you understand?

Lyrics that I write will put you in sound out of sight



Can you understand?

Master of scratching yes is he the one slippin 

Or is he the real captain?



Can you understand?

The way we rock keep runnin for a record around the block