Clockwork Lyrics - Expansion Team - Dilated Peoples

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! 

Set to detonate 

There's just one thing 

Uh-huh, sharp 

That I, would like to say 

Ha yes y'all 

There's just one thing 

Watch out 

That I, would like to say 

What what uh 

There's just one thing 

Uh, uh 

That I, would like to say 

Yeah, it's goin' down 

There's just one thing 

That I, would like to say 

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 

"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 

How that sound? 

Yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown, it's like this 

How that sound? 

C'mon, yeah 

Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown 

How that sound? 

On tracks, it's like boomerang 

Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back 

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 whack a word of advice 

I got it down so cold like ice from Jew Heights 

How that sound? 

Huh huh, yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown 

How that sound? 

Uh, yeah 

It's that shit you pump loud when you roll into town 

How that sound? 

Check your fuse box, my "Cosmic Slop" brings cops 

Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks 

Say what? I bust a you 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 D-N-D, 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 

How that sound? 

Huh, yeah yeah 

How that sound? 

No doubt Dilated platform, expansion team! 

How that sound? 

Uh uh, yo, Dilated, no doubt, worldwide connected 

Come down Mr. Selector