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    Rascalz Clockwork текст песни

    Clockwork

    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



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