Clockwork - Blackalicious

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

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

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

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

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

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