Clockwork

For this common penchant for chase
I wouldn't trade for anything
As in this world i live in design
For your desire
In the confines of mind
I've been given the choice to sail with my doubts
But nothing makes it ever enough
I have to make the biggest mistake to find myself out

That i would brave everything
It includes walking through fire
I've burnt alright all day and night
You know what i need back

For this enveloping fondness for bullets
Taking shots, taking turns
But in this world i only live in design
By doing everything to become your only desire
We course in our own world of great
The two-faced wonder that i only knew of late

But nothing makes it ever enough
I had to make the biggest mistake to find it all out

It's too hot babe, pull the covers back,
Don't touch me babe, I don't remember ever liking that,
Don't touch me babe, roll over.

O brother, you don't know what you've got, only time flies

You've gotta do some clockwork.

Sometimes you hear the broken bell sound up on the whore's hill,
The ladies clamor for the Salvo's sale, bickering like little girls
For second hand womens' things, for countless prying mans' hands.

O working girl, you don't get round enough, it's like yr daddy says

You gotta do some clockwork.

(in a berth of the port wharf the song of the penitent sailor upon
what stage? A slab in the gut of a Japanese whaler a material blue
and tailored and time is a tailor both brief and slow.)

Now I can hear the broken bell,
Now I can hear the clockwork,
It has me reaching for the hidden rail,
It has me listening for the song bird,
But I hear it very minor,
But I hear it very minor

O singer, I don't believe your song, or your lying lines,
O singer, I don't believe your song, or your lying lines

You've gotta do some clockwork:

The Pneuma, Cecilian, the Metzler, Angelus, Virtuos, Apollo, Paragon, Minerva, Stella

Clockwork, all clockwork.

O but I didn't write this song with a machine,
And I don't know how to stop it from its accidental purpose.

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

Aint nothin but this uncut croughness I bring
Don't care bout no fide I do my own thing
Giving chase in this rat race, fears be face
and me be on the case, proud plus brave
Ready to be taking them drastic measures
Give me my treasure then splurt
Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
I told you both through, fight through the bleat
Clench my teeth dweet, enzymes for me
By any which method positivities be we shepherd
We pounce like left limb leopard
If you ever see me in the street pulling brand new good moves
You're wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff, I got me cause and calling
Never have I held any love for stalling
Rush and make haste
You down for rebellion left-handed glove we embrace the millenium

(chorus)
Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem

Aint no record that can hold me, I'm oversized
Ears ever be open to the words of the wise
But there's untold cats on my corner perpetrating
Read a few books and now their talking
They're looking to convert yours truly, but I'm unruly
Plus, for the crew like cooly folk
Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk
Cos it's all about strength while we walk through the valley of the snipe, heathens
Get thee from my sight, you cats is ever eager
To preach up in my face when you just about scrape to know all that is
How the hell you try to tell me coca-cola got fizz?
I read your pamphlet four times, It don't make sense
You front like you're a scholar, Smith smells pretence
Yous best get off your horse, drink your milk, get the frig out
It goes

(chorus)

What the frig makes you friggers want to frig with this?
Now you fools got me living with this mental fist
That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these frogs in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
How would you describe this left handed loony
Toony votoony, dancegate pressure
Heading through the back door straight to the bar
Then I'm gonna get me some firewater
Then I'm gonna scope out a young fine daughter
Ah yes, its my wayward nature
Hip to a caper, soon to have a house with X amount of acre
It goes

(chorus) x3
These lyrics were found at ActioNext.com.

[Intro]
DipSet
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
San-tana, AY
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)

You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep

[Juelz Santana]
Now lemme see you get that block work rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling
Or that clock, stop, going
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Homie, get on the grind like clockwork
Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork
Shorty
You ain't gettin off the hook that easy
Lemme see that clockwork
She said look that's easy
Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick
To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Shorty, move that behind like clockwork
And spin around to the sound of how the clock work

[Chorus]
You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)

[Juelz Santana]
The grind on paper chase
The block on day to day
Listen, I'm always ticking
Like the clock on Flava Flav
I could
Give cock, and don't stop giving
So can you
Wink wop, and don't stop whipping
And just
Make that clockwork (tick), get that clockwork (tock)
Shake that clockwork (tick), flip that clockwork (tock), shorty,
AY, do what you gotta do for that clockwork
Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork
If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja (?) homie
Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork (homie)
AY, teach him how to mix that pot work
Right to left, all day, he'll get that clockwork
Listen
Tick, tock, tick, tock (homie) AY
That's what I call clockwork for ya
Holla at me, I got work for ya
AY

[Chorus]

[Outro]
I mean nigga
If you gettin' money
That's clockwork
If you hustlin', that's clockwork
Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork
If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork
Holla at me
AY
DipSet

You're probably sick of being tired
You can't find the strength to close your eyes
You can't let go, but you can't change everything
Stop lying in this burning bed

Write it on the walls and read it
Bright red so you can see it
Don't fail me now...

Write it on the walls and read it
Until there are no secrets
So safe and sound...
At least for now

Time's gonna warn you with a whisper
What it wants to let you know
You can't live in fear of the things that aren't for sure
So stay alive by playing dead

Write it on the walls and read it
Bright red so you can see it
Don't fail me now...

Write it on the walls and read it
Until there are no secrets
So safe and sound...

Still there are lines for us to write before we close our eyes
And only time will tell the ending when the ink runs dry
Time will tell everything
It's ever-so quiet counting down

I wrote this down with the bare blood out of my hands
It's sterile and the drops ran down and dried
And turned brown, but the blood is a small price to pay
And it made it real

It made it real because I wrote this down with the bare blood out of my hands
It's sterile and the drops ran down and dried
And turned brown, but the blood was a small price to pay
It made it real, it made it real

Write it on the walls and read it
Blood red so you can see it
Life leakin' out...

Write it on the walls and read it
Until there are no secrets
So safe and sound..
At least for now...at least for now...