Blackalicious — Clockwork

[Intro] We getting' ready, to start the set [Verse 1: Gift of Gab] It's clockwork, got work Put it in like doctors with awkwardness Mopped your whole flock 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 its axis Like oxes [?] 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 with or 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 it's 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 sunup to sundown And it's clockwork [Hook] Do you understand? Every beat he make Which sucker DJ's persist to take You understand? Lyrics that I write When put to his music sound out of sight You understand? Master of scratch And if the needle was to slip it's the needle he'll catch You understand? The way he rock Which is 24-oh-7 around the clock [Verse 2: Gift of Gab] Grabbin' the mic and unravelin' with The force of a javelin hit Travelin Gift of Gab and I'm it MCs are havin a fit A man and a myth with a hat of magical tricks Stored in my cabina-net Jammin' and rippin' the average listener Cramming in it like a sandwich A bit at a time This critical rhyming individual 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 and 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 sunup to sundown And it's clockwork [Hook] Do you understand? Every beat he make Which sucker DJ's persist to take You understand? Lyrics that I write When put to his music sound out of sight You understand? Master of scratch And if the needle was to slip it's the needle he'll catch You understand? The way he rock Which is 24-oh-7 around the clock [Verse 3: Gift of Gab] Do I have to give up my signature? To get ya to figure 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 dozens Your loving buzzin' at your door like Jehovah witnesses 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 sunup to sundown And it's clockwork and it don't stop [Hook] Do you understand? Every beat he make Which sucker DJ's persist to take You understand? Lyrics that I write When put to his music sound out of sight You understand? Master of scratch And if the needle was to slip it's the needle he'll catch You understand? The way he rock Which is 24-oh-7 around the clock