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    BLACKALICIOUS

    A2G 1999 ©

    Clockwork

    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

    1999 ©




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