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Its like clockwork, movin, the hands of time |
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Four MCs, four minds combined in rhyme [x3] |
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And it goes,like this |
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I'll take it straight to that face plate |
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Snatch and make it detach (what now) |
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Cause what i bring's the natural dispatch |
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I'm magical |
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Word up, I got |
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It like that |
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I'm just sayin whats on my mind |
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When I rhyme |
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And thats the bottom line |
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Heavy stress got a nigga thinkin that he must be trippin |
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I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes that they be whippin |
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And they know it |
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But still they must be frontin |
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Cause I'm sayin somethin |
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That they dont wanna hear |
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So now theres nothin (nothin) |
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But opposition to my every way of life |
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I'm sayin |
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I'm a bring it on cause |
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I must Yo |
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I'm bustin rhymes |
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Cause its fresh when you def with linguistic, artistic |
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I mean this rap thing, is the shit kid (word up) |
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Gettin paid is a priority |
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No Doubt So run that route |
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Well quit the runnin at the fuckin mouth |
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Yo It'll never be the same, like it use to be |
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Too many half steppers that wanna be up in the industry |
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So yo i drop some science every demo i make |
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It's like, how you livin homes |
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Kinda trife and it aint that great |
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I wanna mansion and a yatch and all that bullshit |
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The niggas compromise they own integrity to get it |
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Now maybe thats the price to be paid for the riches |
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Sell your fuckin soul to the |
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Devil Now those suns a bitches (word) |
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Are tryin to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (what?) |
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My street warrior attitude aint impressive |
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I move onto the scene like a graphic |
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I flow like traffic |
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I'm at my peak each and ever hour |
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When I get a rush |
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I gotta bust with the midas touch |
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Grab a hold of the steal an grip it with the camels clutch |
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Let em feel |
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Hear and bear witness |
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As I reveal the sickness |
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That's been quaratined and revealed |
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When I redeam |
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By Red who's |
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One with creation |
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In time in this space |
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And rhymin a nation |
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Forever chasin |
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Hip Hop Until da final act of death |
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Takes my last breath |
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Odesables of saren vega make me go def |
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With nothin left |
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But the force that creates life |
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Which is the soul |
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Takes me to the next life |
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Where I will still rock your bone |
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The side is told |
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But not beleive |
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Its the grasp and behold |
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The energy they envy |
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Manafested in me > |
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From the donnig of time ' |
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Till the dusk of eternity |
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Def scripts there will only be |
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We move like clockwork |
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Individual gears movin in sync |
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Condition |
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And executed with procision |
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The regular recital of rhymes remains |
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One of the many mechanisms used to escersize the brain |
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So stay wise |
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To the hands of time |
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Because they dont stop |
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Hip Hop, you dont stop (stop) |
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At the top of the hour |
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Checkmate sets it |
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Red-1 renegade |
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Revolves with the record |
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Clockwise |
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Retro grave rotation |
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Known to be not wise |
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Open your eyes |
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Before the alarm sounds |
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Countdown, the year 2000 |
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The path gets dramatic |
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Time to drop mathematics |
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I figure Four |
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MCs in a circular configure-ation |
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Is an eventuall progression |
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Time is of the essence |
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Its the essence of this proffesion |
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To help make suggestions |
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Evolve from shadows |
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The day is now digital |
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Whatever the means |
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Times is still critical |
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So dont clock this work |
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But take it for what its worth |
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Clockwork |
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So syncronize your inc and rise |
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Dont blink your eyes |
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Cause we're on the brink of demeise |
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So sit and re-think the lies |
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Flipout, is what would describe me best |
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So let me |
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Flipout and take this mess from my chest |
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Clockwork |
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Movin like the hands of time |
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Four MCs combined together in rhyme |
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Its like clockwork we stockin up the rhymes |
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But the clerk at the counter be the misfit |
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Spellin out rhymes from the mind |
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So check it |
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If you wanna get jerked by the collar |
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Then gettin pulled from behind |
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The Misfit (Misfit) |
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You try to holla at the boys |
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Checkmate, |
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Red, Flipout |
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Yes, indeed |
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Misfit So instead |
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I think you should step |
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To the side (to the side) |
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And just listen to the brothas that be on the ride glide |
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An back an forth |
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Like an up rock from a fresh foot |
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Indeed I will come at ya jaw |
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And kick ya down with the shit that is coming |
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Compound > |
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From the element |
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Me and the track |
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You cant ever turn back |
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Whack Thats not the way |
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I never stand still |
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Yes indead |
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As I kill another rhyme |
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You play potential |
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Kinetic, the man be electric |
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Electrifying suckers |
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That think they can defy tha man |
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Misfit I reach down deep in to the abis |
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And pull a rhyme to hit ya stiff quick |
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And thats the way it go |
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The impact of a firm fist |
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And like I said before |
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The dreaded brothas from the northwest (northwest) |
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Givin you the flow |
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Like Clock |
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Work Everyday it goes spontanious |
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When we bust |
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An thats the shit |
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I told you its like |
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Clockwork |
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You know Everyday flow |
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Thats how we go |
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Clockwork |
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Movin Like the hands of time |
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Four MCs four minds |
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Together in rhyme [x3] |
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You know what im sayin |
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Vancouver side of things |
