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Rascalz - Clockwork lyrics
Its like clockwork movin the hands of time Four MCs four minds combined in rhyme(x3) And it goes like this I'll take it straight to that face plate Snatch and make it detach (what now) Cause what i bring's the natural dispatch I'm magical Word up I got It like that I'm just sayin whats on my mind When I rhyme And thats the bottom line Heavy stress got a nigga thinkin that he must be trippin I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes that they be whippin And they know it But still they must be frontin Cause I'm sayin somethin That they dont wanna hear So now theres nothin (nothin) But opposition to my every way of life I'm sayin I'm a bring it on cause I must Yo I'm bustin rhymes Cause its fresh when you def with linguistic, artistic I mean this rap thing, is the shit kid (word up) Gettin paid is a priority No Doubt So run that route Well quit the runnin at the fuckin mouth Yo It'll never be the same, like it use to be Too many half steppers that wanna be up in the industry So yo i drop some science every demo i make It's like, how you livin homes Kinda trife and it aint that great I wanna mansion and a yatch and all that bullshit The niggas compromise they own integrity to get it Now maybe thats the price to be paid for the riches Sell your fuckin soul to the Devil Now those suns a bitches (word) Are tryin to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (what?) My street warrior attitude aint impressive I move onto the scene like a graphic I flow like traffic I'm at my peak each and ever hour When I get a rush I gotta bust with the midas touch Grab a hold of the steal an grip it with the camels clutch Let em feel Hear and bear witness As I reveal the sickness That's been quaratined and revealed When I redeam By Red who's One with creation In time in this space And rhymin a nation Forever chasin Hip Hop Until da final act of death Takes my last breath Odesables of saren vega make me go def With nothin left But the force that creates life Which is the soul Takes me to the next life Where I will still rock your bone The side is told But not beleive Its the grasp and behold The energy they envy Manafested in me >From the donnig of time 'Till the dusk of eternity Def scripts there will only be We move like clockwork Individual gears movin in sync Condition And executed with procision The regular recital of rhymes remains One of the many mechanisms used to escersize the brain So stay wise To the hands of time Because they dont stop Hip Hop, you dont stop (stop) At the top of the hour Checkmate sets it Red-1 renegade Revolves with the record Clockwise Retro grave rotation Known to be not wise Open your eyes Before the alarm sounds Countdown, the year 2000 The path gets dramatic Time to drop mathematics I figure Four MCs in a circular configure-ation Is an eventuall progression Time is of the essence Its the essence of this proffesion To help make suggestions Evolve from shadows The day is now digital Whatever the means Times is still critical So dont clock this work But take it for what its worth Clockwork So syncronize your inc and rise Dont blink your eyes Cause we're on the brink of demeise So sit and re-think the lies Flipout, is what would describe me best So let me Flipout and take this mess from my chest Clockwork Movin like the hands of time Four MCs combined together in rhyme Its like clockwork we stockin up the rhymes But the clerk at the counter be the misfit Spellin out rhymes from the mind So check it If you wanna get jerked by the collar Then gettin pulled from behind The Misfit (Misfit) You try to holla at the boys Checkmate, Red, Flipout Yes, indeed Misfit So instead I think you should step To the side (to the side) And just listen to the brothas that be on the ride glide An back an forth Like an up rock from a fresh foot Indeed I will come at ya jaw And kick ya down with the shit that is coming Compound >From the element Me and the track You cant ever turn back Whack Thats not the way I never stand still Yes indead As I kill another rhyme You play potential Kinetic, the man be electric Electrifying suckers That think they can defy tha man Misfit I reach down deep in to the abis And pull a rhyme to hit ya stiff quick And thats the way it go The impact of a firm fist And like I said before The dreaded brothas from the northwest (northwest) Givin you the flow Like Clock Work Everyday it goes spontanious When we bust An thats the shit I told you its like Clockwork You know Everyday flow Thats how we go Clockwork Movin Like the hands of time Four MCs four minds Together in rhyme(x3) You know what im sayin Vancouver side of things |
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