Luyện nghe bài hát Clockwork

We getting' ready, to the set

It's clockwork, got work, put it in like doctors awkwardness
Mopped whole flock up, and walked toward ya
Scattered all up on the chalkboard, Socrates is thoughtless
From farmers to metropolis, I get these all twisted

Form mental optics, my job description rock wiz
Clock ticks, I'm toxic giving to the thoughtless
Intoxicant knocking the planet off it's axis, like oxes
Boxing up out though, peepin' it loose
Seeped in to you, begin' in to the
MC is what I be about
The freshest widow though

I can outflow, any doubt
Your little mouth throw out so, take it out
So I'm a gardener, I'm a eatin' all you carnivores
I'm an Zen master philosophic thought
Comin' like the art of war, handyman lyrical hardware
And my house ain't a ginger
But its made of an array of pages that'll slay ya like a
Unemployed, no

I got work, and my job
A rap
From sun up to sun
And clockwork

Can you
Every beat be made with sucker plus scissors and tape
Can you
Lyrics that I write will put you in sound out of

Can you
Master of yes is he the one slippin'
Or is he the captain?
Can you
The way we rock keep runnin' for a record the block

Grabbin' the mic and unravelin' with, the of a javelin hit
Travelin' gift of gab and I'm it, MC's are a fit
A man and a myth with a hat of magical tricks stored in my net
Jamming and rippin' the average listener cramming in it like a
A bit at a
This critical rhyming individual shine your pitiful kind
It's little so little I will be little your mind
Nigero tearin' yo ego and spiritual flows, divine

Signed and delivered, so take time and give it all
undivided attention, divide is in division
Subtraction in addition, see I'm like a
wisdom
Hip hop holy man submerging you all in my
guard of the rap prison, slap rhythms into newborns
And birth rap ism blunts from sacks hittin'
Get 'em off and make fat dividends, now livin'

See I got work, and my job
A rap
From sun up to sun
And clockwork

Can you
Every beat be made with sucker DJ's scissors and tape
Can you
Lyrics I write will put you in sound out of sight

Can you
Master of scratching yes is he the one
Or is he the real
Can you
The way we keep runnin' for a record around the block

One two, one, two
This is my mic, my rhyme, my beat and my

Do I have to give up my signature? To get ya to it out
I'm walking the that Allah had planted
Or jah, you give your shout to
If your doubts rip you out your watch your spiritual drift up out
Floatin' up on your way to infinity, the clouds
Just about, you get to the point where the alien ships are out

Tell 'em I sent you to ya and give ya directions
Wherever you're going so that you don't miss the
See, I send you traveling far, cleverness
And you'll never a flaw, I'm a hip hop astrologist
And my a shooting star, I'm a bartender all into your mental
Sittin' at the bar force injure

More injure pretenders the inventor of other dullage
Your loving at your door like
Witnesses is in the fall
If I was your landlord you wouldn't to pay the rent at all
Just give me applause whenever I floss that'll be the only

See my
A rap
sun up to sun down
And clockwork and it don't stop

Can you
Every beat be made with sucker plus scissors and tape
Can you
Lyrics that I will put you in sound out of sight

Can you
Master of yes is he the one slippin'
Or is he the real
Can you
The way we keep runnin' for a record around the block