Clockwork Lyrics - A2g Ep - Blackalicious

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 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 block 

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 be little 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 block 

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