Tick, Tock

Producers：S1/Frank Dukes

Writers：Frank Dukes/S1/Danny Brown/Joell Ortiz/RZA/Raekwon/Pusha T

Samples：l've Been Watching You(1973)—The South Side Movement

Dey Know Yayo(2008)—Re-Up Gang

King Push

RZA

Razor

Execution

The devil is a lie

You ain't broke bread 'till you taste the devil's pie

They say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries

What better camouflage when the halo's your disguise

Them wings don't fly; your traitor is your neighbor

At your front porch, and he's handing you your paper

Bathrobe on, but the sword's underneath

And he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street

It's the mark of the beast

The meek shall inherit the Earth;

The weak shall inherit the dirt

You each should have perished at birth

Stillborn or aborted

Every street tax gotta come with an audit

Either your life, or your loved ones

Straight razor or a snub-gun

From the village where the thugs from

Same corner that you copping all your drugs from

He a hero, but he unsung, I'm the one

Ayo homie, the chambers is 36

They new and improved

Now make a move, these guns whistle, sizzle up dudes

Who got big mouths, no power

Run in the bank with no dollars

Got the nerve to switch crews

We better than the rest of 'em, my guess is the estrogen

And all the money we got, we move like the Mexicans

A cartel, compound, a carvel, a large scale in Scarsdale

I **** with golf now

Sh***** is ill

Yeah, the coke is fresh

Straight out of Bermuda yo

Or chilling on a beach in Boca Chica

With tuna salads and palaces

Yo, we smoke out them chalices

Passing of the balances of bread to the Island since

1984, the blow was just more

Then we would come trough with rifles rockin Nike boots and war

A real *****'s invention that came from a henchman

Who blew up, now throw the Wu up

That's my redemption

Drug dealer, been that ***** half my life

Drug dealer, been that ***** half my life

You *****s talking, but you ain't never seen 'em

Imagine being first name basis with the kingpin

God, I was Lucifer's neighbor

You wouldn't believe some of the things these people do for this paper

Moving with lasers under Rugers

Make a move, you make the papers, lose lose situation

Sweat or blood, you get to choose what you bathe in

The chemists cookwork, the runners; footwork

The custies took work

The soldiers put work in

On any of the mother****ers who ****ed up good work

Bosses tell 'em: 'Good work,' that's just how the hood work

Northface bubble with eight bundles under it

Gold front upper-lip smile while I was hugging it

I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor

He who I'm ****ing with

My moms threw that snow in her nose, but I would hustle it

Champ hoodie, Mongoose with the pegs

Clap your stoop up

Hit moms duke in her legs

That's beef *****, y'all ain't street *****s

Y'all peep *****s, write it down and try to be *****s

****ing everything, neck heavy swing

Second-hand swept across that pretty Breitling

In that Nissan, Honda, Chevy thing peddling

Whatever bring 'fetti in, steadily I fed my whole team

Drug dealer, been that ***** half my life

Drug dealer, been that ***** half my life

You *****s talking, but you ain't never seen 'em

Imagine being first name basis with the kingpin

In this art of war, my pen stroke is Picasso

*****s get the picture I ain't got to paint the nostrils

You know my origins is over when

Fat black ******* singing over organs

Die for a dollar, pride you don't swallow

You save that for the one you buying red bottoms

Yuugh! That's the price you gotta pay for it

All's fair in love and war, she masquerade for it

Woo! Jack-O-Lantern Push

Trick or treat, **** your ****

I earned it off the books

Now listen to me vent

When you sitting watch, it's like the tires being spent

Shots from everywhere, but they never make a dent

Knight in shining armor

Mistake me for the villain cause my vengeance is your karma

Yeah, fear is knowing you're a goner

This music to my soul, cause it's death before dishonor

Gone

Check! Got the tongue of a ****, raised by a dirty preacher

That used the church money to cop a new Beamer

Got the heart of a child raised by a **********

That bought his momma the rubbers when a John came through

It’s the microphone *********, greatest ever etched in stone

You ain’t getting ***** like your prom date had a chaperone

Popping pills got a ***** brain like a labyrinth

Called the ho on purpose but I got the brain on accident

***** I’m your majesty, show up with a bag of weed

Rolled a blunt so perfect, thought it came up out a factory

My m****cript leave a man ripped of all his dreams

The insomniac with nightmares in sixteens

I’m a wet dream, dry sense of humor

Travel in class like a high school rumor

No one really cares if you embarrass us with style

Cause when it comes to them raps you been letting us down

So tell em why you're mad son

Gotta get it off your chest, let em know how you feel son

You gotta say what you say

It don’t matter, they gonna say a ***** hating anyway