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Horse Soldier! Horse Soldier! (Corb Lund) · Clocks (Coldplay) · Stop the Clocks [Bonus DVD] (Oasis) · Stop the Clocks (Oasis) · Stop the Clocks (Oasis) · Stop the Clocks [2-CD] (Oasis) · Clocks (Eklipse) · Clocks [Japan EP] (Coldplay) · Make the Clocks Move [Bonus Tracks] (Kevin Devine) · Make the Clocks Move (Kevin Devine) – and 90 other albums »


teething I'm marking a beast sheep
Like I walk in front of 39 thieves in a beat
Smores over warm helvetica brown proper
For the odd God or monster, proper
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
It was all a dream
I was smoking all the finest weed
Like a Kottonmouth King
I never find a seed

I'm like Sid Vicious in '78
I wake up
Soldier punches the code opens the airlock with ease
Sealing himself from the world turning computerised keys
Nuclear missile a top secret course
to say
'Cause your money is talking 
To the ones that you would try

She owns the block
With the dead pawnshop clock
She's the answer to dreams
Told ya buffalo soldier 
Fell to the ground like Folgers
Couldn't hold the boulder
Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer
In the hip hop game but
seeing bloody bodies on the motherfucking rug
6 O'clock be the time, if it's on, let it be
You see it in my eyes, ?riding boo, hella deep sea?
But you
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin'
We simply got lucky, headed back to the base
Seen a soldier rape a woman, shot her dead in the face
Guts stuck to my clothes, body parts galore
If
Takin no shorts and nothing that'll do
I'm representin, boo, mamma's 4ever TRU

[Chorus:x4]
I be's a TRU nigga till I'm dead (we bout it, bout it)
busting out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock 
 Money bustin out my sock 'cause I really would clock 
 They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets
busting out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock 
 Money bustin out my sock 'cause I really would clock 
 They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets
name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches

I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money busting out my sock cos I really would clock
wait until the clock strikes sound
Never no light in sight
Get 'em up and lie down
Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers
Then I'm a take
and conquer

[Brolik]
D O S dead on sight whenever we meet
Wanted for murder what'd you do? I done killed another beat
Ash that before you pass that what is you
the glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock
Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die
Blind ya when we comin
a pimp in your girls prom pictcha'
I watch mc's die like soldiers in war
Everybody for them self so there ain't no score
This niggas was bust a verse that
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man

Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
Puttin' body parts all over walls and public signs
Anxious as Ginuwine
Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier
Intellectual Manitoba,
Uhh, give the cops more alerts than DJ Red
I got the blood of a dead soldier, on my palms
And the scent of yo' bitch lingerin' on my fingertips
Enter Gentlemen, take your seats
You have been brought here for a task
Only universal soldiers are brought for (yeah)
Let's begin

Thee Elite
busting out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock 
 Money bustin out my sock 'cause I really would clock 
 They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets