technique
enemies
hook:
bitch getting money like clockwork
want so much money to my hair..
big smoke clouds holy blowing purple
aint' no squares in my mother f*cking ..
niggas getting like a clock digger
i've been getting money from the tic to the tac
all ym bad bitches put the hands up high
all my ladies know that we sustain the guys
they say 12 in the ghetto got a ..
getting money and down .. got so much money in my ..
rolling up her ..gucci .pocket full of lot of swag
see i'm .. anybody ..dollars
drop top ..in the sun i burn a million dollar
bitch getting money like clockwork
want so much money to my hair..
big smoke clouds holy blowing purple
aint' no squares in my mother f*cking ..
niggas getting like a clock digger
i've been getting money from the tic to the tac
all ym bad bitches put the hands up high
all my ladies know that we sustain the guys
...now i'm kicking pimping
i've been seeing bitches like i'm in the kitchen
i got it in my pocket
and we rocking ..
never met the nigga ..he tryin put a hows
i hit the dough
yeah i'm talking cash money all twenties
then i'm getting money like clockwork
bitch getting money like clockwork
want so much money to my hair..
big smoke clouds holy blowing purple
aint' no squares in my mother f*cking ..
niggas getting like a clock digger
i've been getting money from the tic to the tac
all ym bad bitches put the hands up high
all my ladies know that we sustain the guys
niggas getting like a clock digger
i've been getting money from the tic to the tac
all my bad bitches put the hands up high
all my ladies know that we sustain the guys
..my nigga square..stay in top ..go in jail
...we kicking shit so bitches dont' like my hair
trippin on everybody
my nigga .. just to couple ..life like two top
bitch getting money like clockwork
want so much money to my hair..
big smoke clouds holy blowing purple
aint' no squares in my mother f*cking ..
niggas getting like a clock digger
i've been getting money from the tic to the tac
all ym bad bitches put the hands up high
It's too hot babe, pull the covers back,
Don't touch me babe, I don't remember ever liking that,
Don't touch me babe, roll over.
O brother, you don't know what you've got, only time flies
You've gotta do some clockwork.
Sometimes you hear the broken bell sound up on the whore's hill,
The ladies clamor for the Salvo's sale, bickering like little girls
For second hand womens' things, for countless prying mans' hands.
O working girl, you don't get round enough, it's like yr daddy says
You gotta do some clockwork.
(in a berth of the port wharf the song of the penitent sailor upon
what stage? A slab in the gut of a Japanese whaler a material blue
and tailored and time is a tailor both brief and slow.)
Now I can hear the broken bell,
Now I can hear the clockwork,
It has me reaching for the hidden rail,
It has me listening for the song bird,
But I hear it very minor,
But I hear it very minor
O singer, I don't believe your song, or your lying lines,
O singer, I don't believe your song, or your lying lines
You've gotta do some clockwork:
The Pneuma, Cecilian, the Metzler, Angelus, Virtuos, Apollo, Paragon, Minerva, Stella
Clockwork, all clockwork.
O but I didn't write this song with a machine,
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?
DipSet
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
San-tana, AY
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)
You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep
Now lemme see you get that block work rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling
Or that clock, stop, going
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Homie, get on the grind like clockwork
Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork
Shorty
You ain't gettin off the hook that easy
Lemme see that clockwork
She said look that's easy
Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick
To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Shorty, move that behind like clockwork
And spin around to the sound of how the clock work
You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep
Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)
The grind on paper chase
The block on day to day
Listen, I'm always ticking
Like the clock on Flava Flav
I could
Give cock, and don't stop giving
So can you
Wink wop, and don't stop whipping
And just
Make that clockwork (tick), get that clockwork (tock)
Shake that clockwork (tick), flip that clockwork (tock), shorty,
AY, do what you gotta do for that clockwork
Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork
If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja (?) homie
Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork (homie)
AY, teach him how to mix that pot work
Right to left, all day, he'll get that clockwork
Listen
Tick, tock, tick, tock (homie) AY
That's what I call clockwork for ya
Holla at me, I got work for ya
I mean nigga
If you gettin' money
That's clockwork
If you hustlin', that's clockwork
Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork
If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork
Holla at me
One-two one-two in the place to be, yes indeed
As we proceed to give you what you need
Always smokin that 'dro weed, we have.. Dilated.. Peoples!
[Ev] Set to detonate
{*scratch: "there's just one thing"*}
[Ev] Uh-huh, sharp
{*scratch: "that I, would like to say"*}
[Ev] Ha yes y'all
{*scratch: "there's just one thing"*}
[Ev] Watch out
{*scratch: "that I, would like to say"*}
[Ev] What what uh
{*scratch: "there's just one thing"*}
[Ev] Uh, uh
{*scratch: "that I, would like to say"*}
[Ev] Yeah, it's goin down
{*scratch: "there's just one thing"*}
{*scratch: "that I, would like to say"*}
[Evidence]
We got tension in suspense, theme in variation
Train robbery panic, description of equation
I'm after the gold, and after that the platinum
You want what you don't have so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
[Rakaa Iriscience]
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye, catch the rhythm in the words I use
I've learned to burn pain for fuel
Everybody plays the fool sometimes, the other side of the game is cruel
I'm back to school, the master rules
Born in the church where the pastor rules (why?)
I embrace the task that give birth to tools
And keep the pressure on that turns earth to jewels
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Rak] Yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin the crown, it's like THIS
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Rak] C'mon, yeah
[Rak] Dilated we're correctly holdin the crown
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Evidence]
On tracks, it's like boomerang
Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back
{*Babu scratch*} Evidence, presumed innocent
Move in silence, tracks covered, no fingerprints
Most are hit or miss, not what this is
Type on tour that might, hit your misses
Pack the bags, load up the pre-vo last year
We hit the road with Rage, Guru and Primo
Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic (hey!)
Kweli and all top notch acts, keep it classic
Bill Graham presents, "Live at the Fillmore"
And after the encore, they ask for more
Fuck the IRS, I roll with I-R-I-S
'Science the best, so don't test
Exotic, attack the wack a word of advice
I got it down so cold like ice from Jew Heights
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Rak] Huh huh, yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin the crown
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Rak] Uhh.. yeah
[Rak] It's that shit you pump loud when you roll into town
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Rakaa Iriscience]
Check your fusebox, my "Cosmic Slop" brings cops
Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks
Say WHAT? I bust a U and come back (hey!)
Reach under my seat for that heat that blaze tracks
Face facts, you're facin poker faced cats
Dilated made our way through the maze, "so take that!"
For boom bap rap brought some state of the art shit (hey!)
After two L's, I'm +Cool+ like James Todd Smith
Made ya burn while the, tables turn
I teach but I'm ready willin able to learn
These cats tryin to eat, I'm just tryin to breathe
And tryin to leave a legacy that you couldn't believe
Live from DND, peace to NY G's
Rakaa Cy Young on the M-I-C
Babs is clockwork, you could set your wristwatch
And the real backbone of hip-hop is disc jocks
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Rak] Huh, yeah yeah
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Rak] No doubt Dilated platform, expansion team!
{*scratched: "How that sound?"*}
[Rak] Uhh uhh, yo, Dilated, no doubt, worldwide connected
Clockwork I hear the sound of the bell
The more I push the more I forget
I’m in the mood to lose myself
The more I push the closer I get
I started off small
But you knew it wouldn’t stay that way
I’ve tripled the amount three times over
Don’t know where it’s taking me
Every day I fly just a little higher
I want to float forever
And leave this world behind
I traveled long and windy roads
The more I see the more I fear
There’s only one thing in this world
That makes everything crystal clear
I’ll keep the earth below
You're probably sick of being tired.
You can't find the strength to close your eyes,
You can't let go, but you can't change everything.
No matter what, it seems some pages go unturned,
But that's not for us to understand.
My only hope is that you get what you deserve.
Some things are just out of our hands.
Time is going to warn you with a whisper,
When it wants to let you know.
Time is a thief with a loaded gun
The sky runs by while the days are gone
The night falls prey to another sun
All like clockwork they won't stop
They won't stop
They won't stop
They won't stop, oh
Don't stand still, or we'll lose our ground
The world keeps spinning just to wear us down
Say what you must while we're still around
The days go to sleep but they won't stop
They won't stop
They won't stop
They won't stop
We never should allow another sun to set
On all the words that we have held so long
I know we'd rather sort it out once tomorrow comes
But tomorrow already happened
Time is a thief with a loaded gun
The sky rolls by while the days are gone
The night falls prey to another song
The days go to sleep but they won't stop, no
They won't stop
They won't stop
They won't stop, oh
They won't stop
They won't stop
They won't stop
They won't
We never should allow another sun to set
On all the words that we have held so long
I know we'd rather sort it out once tomorrow comes
But tomorrow already happened
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow, oh, oh
We can wait for the sunrise
To say what should matter
We'll know by tomorrow
But tomorrow, tomorrow just happened
Today we have to make the most of love
Tomorrow we don't have a choice
All we ever get control of is now
Today we have to make the most of love
Tomorrow we don't have a choice
All we ever get control of is now
I know we'd rather sort it out once tomorrow comes
But tomorrow already happened, oh
I know we'd rather sort it out once tomorrow comes
A monster used to chase me
Used to jump from the top of my stairs
I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves
On top of the she'd roof (if my mother knew)
The clock on the wall has a good time with my time
The brainstorming rainstorm is on it's way
The pale color of the door that's seen everything before
But just from only one side
No warning, history rears it's ugly head
(Stepped on it's tail)
Still running from what I chase
The lesson learned has come so frail
The clock has fallen and the cuckoo is calling
And the blackbirds congregate and shuffle their wings
I'm on the wire and they call me a liar
But this time I'm going to sing
Chorus:
No escape
Just how I feel
No escape
Just how I feel
No escape
Just how I feel
No escape
Just how I feel
My textureless history I store
In a textured bag (it's painted real fine)
Your serious laughing, infectious clapping
Still a beat behind
Let's get to the root of the matter I have no roots
No matter I'll grow my own
Quitting's easier and time is greasier
Slipping from the metronome
Chorus
The clock in the hall has a bad time with my time
Blackbirds congregate and shuffle their wings
I'm on the wire and they call me a liar
But this time I'm going to sing
Chorus x2
I close my eyes, but I'm never sleeping
the dead up dancing in the front room
repercussions, bloody noses
innocence in jail denims
all dressed up in plastic bags
the doctrines work like magic
the suburbs asphyxiate on panic
the murder's systematic
ten digit figure spent deploying this militant dismemberment
I hear it's ten a day, that's ten today
so in death it ends just how it begins
the casters of these stones I'm sure are model citizens
the poison is pouring from the planes so
keep your eyes down
this is the kind of rain that burns through the skin
there is no fucking war to win
the casualties pile up on both ends
one thing you can be sure they'll never do
sacrifice revenue for you
Another day’s calling
The persistance of flow
Took its place in his mind long ago
The next day will be the last again
Covering his lonely way – tell me since when...?
His “friends” call him “freak”
Behind his back they speak
About his strange behavior and his “feat”...
In his world there is no place for a change,
No escape, just one way back to itself...
Stay just where you are!
Don’t leave your wonted way!
It’s all you know and ever had...
Trust in the machine
Running deep in your head
And guiding you – you cannot brake...
And he still believes doing the right thing.
Here’s to him! There’s a price he cannot win...
Easy to condemn what we don’t understand
A land so far away to comprehend.
Searching for a value, unable to accept
We are not the ones who made this concept...
Just a kind of open mind...
Eye to eye hold on and try...!
Tasting his live...
Try to survive...
Do you think you’re right...?!
Another day alone
At a crowded place-
He’s staring at the mirror in his face.
It’s not about that he ignores his life.
He’s unable to comprehend he’s still alive!
Stay just where you are!
Don’t leave your wonted way!
It’s all you know and ever had...
Trust in the machine
Running deep in your head
And guiding you – you cannot brake...
And he still believes doing the right thing.
Here’s to him! There’s a price he cannot win...
Stay just where you are!
Don’t leave your wonted way!
It’s all you know and ever had...
Trust in the machine
Running deep in your head
There is glass between our touch,
Phantom limbs of former love...
And the truth is that I am so terrified
That the callous is deeper
Than the surface of our skin.
And it takes us twice as long,
It takes twice as long to heal.
We'll lift up the ground to see
The system of roots beneath.
Gears turn, endlessly,
To bring the world back to life
Like clockwork, when it dies.
The cadence of beating hearts,
The clock of its moving parts
Grows louder and louder
From this restless earth...
Future gardens wait patiently below
And somehow we smell them blossom
Through the snow.
Still unsatisfied,
We chase what we're denied.
As generations wait,
We can't resist the taste of possibility.
Gears turn, endlessly,
To bring us back to life again.
Aint nothin but this uncut croughness I bring
Don't care bout no fide I do my own thing
Giving chase in this rat race, fears be face
and me be on the case, proud plus brave
Ready to be taking them drastic measures
Give me my treasure then splurt
Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
I told you both through, fight through the bleat
Clench my teeth dweet, enzymes for me
By any which method positivities be we shepherd
We pounce like left limb leopard
If you ever see me in the street pulling brand new good moves
You're wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff, I got me cause and calling
Never have I held any love for stalling
Rush and make haste
You down for rebellion left-handed glove we embrace the millenium
[chorus]
Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem
Aint no record that can hold me, I'm oversized
Ears ever be open to the words of the wise
But there's untold cats on my corner perpetrating
Read a few books and now their talking
They're looking to convert yours truly, but I'm unruly
Plus, for the crew like cooly folk
Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk
Cos it's all about strength while we walk through the valley of the snipe, heathens
Get thee from my sight, you cats is ever eager
To preach up in my face when you just about scrape to know all that is
How the hell you try to tell me coca-cola got fizz?
I read your pamphlet four times, It don't make sense
You front like Uri scholar, shit smells pretence
Yous best get off your horse, drink your milk, get the frig out
It goes
[chorus]
What the frig makes you friggers want to frig with this?
Now you fools got me living with this mental fist
That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these frogs in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
How would you describe this left handed loony
Toony votoony, dancegate pressure
Heading through the back door straight to the bar
Then I'm gonna get me some firewater
Then I'm gonna scope out a young fine daughter
Ah yes, its my wayward nature
Hip to a caper, soon to have a house with X amount of acre
It goes
For those who thought despitefully
Even with a false appearance
Even if their hands were clean
For all of them I manifest I swear
In my world you're not a welcome guest
Time has you, you'd been sinking in quicksand
You were dead before your mother gave birth
I condemn you to roam around these words
[Solo: David G. Álvarez]
For the ones who didn't trust me
Even if they said they did
Even if they're empty-handed
For all my rage I'll kick their ass I swear
In your world I am the god who pulls strings
Time is mine, I put sticks in your spokes
You have been caught by the wheels of the clockwork
Absolutely shattered turned into a relic
Can't collect the black ashes of scorn
Blown away you're
Nothing you're all doomed
By the gears of the clockwork
[Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo + David G. Álvarez]
[Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo]
[Solo: David G. Álvarez]
Infecting with the plague
Stinking up the atmosphere
Filthy trick to play the game
The golden rule is sentenced to death
I say
Kneel down before me, what you fear is what you see
Shaky hands to pray, clean your soul I'll rip your skin off
That's what you deserve for the years you laughed at me
So walk me through this house of cards that begs the world to shake
That mock the winds that carve the world from breaths we take
Step by step, show me how this holds together
When my tongue reaches the end of its tether
And I trust that this is clockwork, every piece its part
Cause that’s just how we roll, these gears don’t come apart,
And I’ve seen a clock strike harder than my second hand
And I’ve seen a shadow casting over my demands
So tell me young Euthyphro what makes us just
To love or to be loved my friend? Your words I can trust…
To run in circles about that which you speak
For I am your disciple, rare friend, enlighten me
Move me through your wisdom
From knowledge to truth
Show me how your fixed position tend to move
How do you detain them as you say I do?
It’s obvious that you’ve got something left to prove
And I’ve got a guiding passion guiding me home
And I’ve got all night… I’ve got news for you
There are things that you can see without eyes
There are things that you can see without lines
This is logic, the greatest of arts
This is logic, the truth you take apart
There’s not a flaw, if every piece has its part
There’s not a flaw, I’ll turn your world upside down
Because wisdom waits within its void
While you wheel, while you deal,
Just like clockwork bad thoughts unfold
Falling skys lead to digging holes
Brace yourself cause the storm has come
Choose your poison and get your gun
Get your gun
What if you weren't you, what if i wasn't me
What if this could be real, what if we could be sane
What if the world went away
Pushed to madness from your acts get delusions mixed up with facts
Minds are broken fears come true
What if it was because of you
Things beyond my control begin taking ahold
Everything is sinking so fast now you've got me
Writing novels in my head of how you left me here for dead
What if you weren't you, what if i wasn't me
What if this could be real, what if we could be sane
What if the world went away
everything, now everything is becoming static
Pushing me, now pulling me everything is so automatic
Forgive me if I'm not the man that you always think I am
What if you weren't you, What if I wasn't me
What if this could be real, what if we could be sane
What if the world went away
What if the world went away
What if the world went away
[Chorus:]
Round like a circle
In a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending, nor beginning
And never spinning free
Bounce now
[Chorus:]
Round like a circle
In a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending, nor beginning
And never spinning free
Yo what's up chaps
It's big Phrase the villain
Still writin' raps for the guys and the women
Still rockin' mics and the skies are the limit
So I jumped on this merry-go-ride for a minute
Just to see if I could get around again
And make a track about what's happenin' in the town and then
Around 6 everybody just knocks off work
And they all drove home just like clockwork
Tick, tock, another day gone
Suns up, comes down, but it all moves along
Somehow, some way, it all falls into place
And we might stand still but we all fit in space
The motion repeats as the ocean retreats
And the tide comes back when it flows to the beach
And the world goes around, around it goes
You know what, life is but a cycle, go
[Chorus:]
Round like a circle
In a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending, nor beginning
And never spinning free [x2]
Yeh everyday I wake to the same old paper
Another fist fight with the pissed of neighbour
Another piece to write pen back to the paper
In the hope I write a track that might be a saviour
At least just enough to get me outta here
To the safe house with about a thousand beers
And the big red chair with the birds eye view
The world at work while I sip my brews
Tick, tock, another day gone
And as one logs off, another logs on
Another child's born and another man dies
And as one gives up, well another man tries
It all makes sense like thoughts in my head
That we're not much more than causin' effect
And the world goes around, around it goes
You know what, life is like a cycle, go
[Chorus:]
Round like a circle
In a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending, nor beginning
And never spinning free [x2]
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
It goes ‘ round and ‘ round like the pupil in my eye
Seen enough to cry, seen enough to smoke
Old enough to vote, man enough to die
But young enough to care enough to ask why
Andlsquo; Round and ‘ round like the blood from my heart
Pumped down through my veins then back to the start
So I treat each day as my last
And eyes set to the future and not the past
Tick, tock, and around again
And then back to the point where I found my pen
Yeh just to see if I can get around again
And make a track about what's happenin' in the town and then
Around six everybody just knocks off work
And they all drive home just like clockwork
And it all goes around, around it goes
You know what; life is just a cycle, go
[Chorus:]
Round like a circle
In a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending, nor beginning
And never spinning free [x2]
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your-
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your-
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Mind...
Mind...
(Verse)
Yo I'm back on the road, 50 cities a Tour
I gave you all the transition, y'all like "give me some
more!"
I don't speak in opinion, homie I speak from the facts
When I say I'm the realest and I just happen to rap.
The shark breaking the tank, the mogul breaking the
bank
These rappers stealing my flow, so I'm the one they
should thank.
But they can mimic my soul as long as they give me
their props
I'll keep chasing the game as long as they give me the
top.
I came from that park bench, but now I'm the black
clark kent
Instead of a cab it's a limo when I transform, cause I
need dark tints.
Imagine the pressure I see, man how could this be?
They closed the door on my genre, now they say I'm the
key.
I can talk to the ladies, and I can talk to the G's,
I can address the nation and I can walk over seas.
And to them A&R;'s that were looking for gold
Instead of looking for image, you should have looked
for my soul, so let 'em know.
(Hook)
Lookin' hot girl, this yo' jam, drop it to the flow,
When you bring that shit back up just let them
muhfuckas know
This ain't no pop-shit,
So let the clock spin.
Lookin' hot girl, this yo' jam, drop it to the flow,
When you bring that shit back up just let them
muhfuckas know
This ain't no pop-shit,
Just let the clock spin.
(Verse)
Yo my lyrics precise, name a nigga this nice
And still humble as ever, never thought my dreams would
see light.
But now my dreams are so real, yep they're no longer
surreal
Told you I'm killin' rappers, so nigga just sit back
and chill.
Yep, I do this for y'all, I don't do this for me
If I ain't have no bills, then I would do this for
free.
But I've got dreams of Maserati's and tailor cuttin' a
suit
And now they're lookin' up to me, guess I'm tailor
cuttin' the youth.
So pledge allegiance to the swag,
Never break this party up or pledge allegiance to a
badge.
I love a power punch but there's convenience in a jab,
It's all peace and love, but hate, and I'll put
grievance on your ass.
It's like I'm teaching a class,
Fuck poppin' bottles in the club I'd rather sneak it in
a flask.
Now there's a lot of movements that'll leave us in a
flash
But believe me that we'll be the ones to last, so let
'em know
(Hook)
Lookin' hot girl, this yo' jam, drop it to the flow,
When you bring that shit back up just let them
muhfuckas know
This ain't no pop-shit,
So let the clock spin.
Lookin' hot girl, this yo' jam, drop it to the flow,
When you bring that shit back up just let them
muhfuckas know
This ain't no pop-shit,
It happens everytime, we emphasize,
"Don't let this time pass you by."
God damn everyone in this fucking place.
We tried to care, but you were never there on time.
Keep that in mind when you're running circles left and right.
God damn everyone in this place, because I hate everything.
I've been face-to-face with the times.
Good luck to everyone in this fucking place,
And god damn everyone in this fucked up place.
God damn everyone in this place, because I hate everything.
I've been dying to hear your thoughts on our infatuation with sound.
If you see it as a burden then sit the fuck down.
So set the stopwatch to the beat of your dead heart,
And watch us run right past you.
You know we'll outlast you, because we're always fucking first place.
Well you might as well spit in my fucking face.
It's insulting enough you couldn't trust us.
You still stutter when we're face to face or alone.
We're always fucking first place.
How does it feel to stare at each falling grain of sand?
How does it feel to count them down all by yourself?
For this common penchant for chase
I wouldn't trade for anything
As in this world I live in design
For your desire
In the confines of mind
I've been given the choice to sail with my doubts
But nothing makes it ever enough
I have to make the biggest mistake to find myself out
That I would brave everything
It includes walking through fire
I've burnt alright all day and night
You know what I need back
For this enveloping fondness for bullets
Taking shots, taking turns
But in this world I only live in design
By doing everything to become your only desire
We course in our own world of great
The two-faced wonder that I only knew of late
But nothing makes it ever enough
when i look in your eyes
for the open wounds behind them
and i look for an answer
i can't see for my reflection
cast yourself and your will aside
you wanted love but you just found anger
cast yourself and your will aside
how long will you wait
i can't answer the questions
your logic is like clockwork
i don't know why i care now
is it guilt or love that holds us
cast yourself and your will aside
you wanted love but you just found anger
cast yourself and your will aside
Fireplace man,
Oh, won't you help me?
It is time,
It is time for the clockwork dance.
Coming from your cold spacecraft,
A dark, and lonely road.
It is time, it is time,
For the clockwork monsters have found me.
And I know it's just a nightmare.
And I will face these monsters with a brave heart.
The clock is broken,
But I still hear...
The hands counting down
The years, days and seconds,
Of this slow path.
Since I was just a child,
I've waited...
And now it's time,
Now it's time,
For the clockwork masqurade.
And through all these years,
You never change,
You never age.
It is time,
It is time,
Doctor, pick a star and say goodbye.
And I know it's just a nightmare.
I will face these monsters with a brave heart.
The clock is broken,
But I still hear,
The years, days and second,
Of the slow path...
And I know it's just a nightmare.
(Just a nightmare...)
I will face these monsters with a brave heart.
(Monsters...)
The clock is broken, but I still hear,
(Clock is broken...)
The hands counting down,
The years, and days, and second...
The hands counting down,
The years, and days, and second,
Of the slow path...
The hands counting down,
The years, and days, and second...
The hands counting down,
The years, and days, and second,
roads aligning
distant memories come forth
bound by perception
senses, and obscure direction
the mind, assured
by evidence
designed, result
no matter, either way
experience moves forth
chains withholding me, jade
we know by now
our discerning is relative
to all that we see
through an idea
we're assured, however
to survive
we'll survive
by the clock
I'll find a way out
change or grown
despite my doubt
of whether I'm alone
or not
the world knows
its source is growing old
and thin
bitter over the fact
that I'm still here
I'm over being alive
(over being alive)
Chorus (repeat x 3) My time is running out the clock wont stop (repeat x 2) My time is running out (repeat x 2)
Logics (verse 1) Uh running on the edge of a razor where Nature will take us it's all in unchanging race Say grace before rhythm escapes us Got a feeling in my heart ain't nothing now that could save us Still I hold hope like the breath in my lungs And let it out with a roll of the tongue When it's said and it's done Did you brave it or you stayed on the run? Trying to outrun your shadow by ignoring the sun huh? But it still there in the morning waiting for a rainy day Well the storm is approaching Four horse men got the world in a corner Call corporate headquarters tell them all that it's over No more blood in the pipes depleted the lines of life When times get tight ain't an order that can stop the fight And we can stop the flight or let it go down burning in a burst of light ayo
Chorus (repeat x 2)
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