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 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

NinjaUnemployed, 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 block

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 be little 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 block

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