It's clockwork, movin, the hands of time Four MCs, four minds in rhyme(x3)
And it goes,like I'll it straight to that face plate and make it detach (what now) Cause what i bring's the dispatch I'm Word up, I got It that I'm just whats on my mind I rhyme And thats the line Heavy stress got a thinkin that he must be trippin I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes they be whippin And know it But still they must be Cause I'm sayin they dont wanna hear So now theres (nothin) But opposition to my every way of I'm sayin I'm a it on cause I must Yo I'm bustin Cause its fresh you def with linguistic, artistic I this rap thing, is the shit kid (word up) paid is a priority No So run that Well quit the runnin at the mouth Yo It'll never be the same, it use to be Too many steppers that wanna be up in the industry So yo i drop science every demo i make It's like, how you livin Kinda trife and it aint that I wanna mansion and a yatch and all that The niggas they own integrity to get it Now thats the price to be paid for the riches Sell your fuckin soul to the Now those suns a (word) Are tryin to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and (what?) My street warrior attitude aint
I move onto the scene a graphic I flow traffic I'm at my peak each and hour When I get a I gotta bust with the touch Grab a hold of the steal an grip it the camels clutch Let em and bear witness As I reveal the That's been quaratined and When I By Red who's One creation In time in this And a nation chasin Hip Hop Until da final act of Takes my breath Odesables of saren make me go def With nothin But the force that life Which is the Takes me to the life Where I still rock your bone The side is But not Its the and behold The they envy in me >From the of time 'Till the dusk of Def scripts will only be
We like clockwork Individual gears movin in And executed with The regular recital of remains One of the many mechanisms used to escersize the So wise To the hands of Because they dont Hip Hop, you stop (stop) At the top of the sets it Red-1 Revolves with the Retro rotation Known to be not Open eyes Before the sounds Countdown, the 2000 The gets dramatic Time to drop I Four MCs in a circular Is an eventuall Time is of the Its the essence of this To make suggestions Evolve from The day is now Whatever the Times is critical So clock this work But take it for what its So syncronize inc and rise Dont your eyes Cause we're on the brink of So sit and re-think the Flipout, is what would describe me So let me and take this from my chest Movin like the hands of MCs combined together in rhyme
Its like we stockin up the But the clerk at the counter be the Spellin out from the mind So it If you get jerked by the collar Then gettin pulled behind The (Misfit) You try to holla at the Checkmate, Red, Yes, Misfit So instead I think you step To the (to the side) And just to the brothas that be on the ride glide An back an Like an up rock from a fresh Indeed I come at ya jaw And kick ya down with the that is coming >From the Me and the You cant ever turn not the way I never still Yes As I kill another You play Kinetic, the man be Electrifying think they can defy tha man Misfit I down deep in to the abis And pull a rhyme to hit ya stiff And the way it go The impact of a fist And like I said The dreaded brothas from the (northwest) you the flow Like Clock Everyday it spontanious we bust An the shit
I told you its Clockwork You flow how we go
Movin the hands of time Four MCs four in rhyme(x3)
You what im sayin Vancouver of things