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 (?) 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? The way we rock keep runnin for a record around the block