Luyện nghe bài hát Clockwork

We getting' ready, to the set

It's clockwork, got work, put it in like doctors awkwardness
Mopped your whole flock up, and toward ya
all up on the chalkboard, Socrates self 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 the planet off it's axis, like oxes chappin'
Boxing compin up out though, it loose
in to you, begin' in to the outro
MC is I be about though
The freshest widow though

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

I got work, and my job
A rap
From sun up to sun
And it's

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

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

the mic and unravelin' with, the force 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 stored in my cabina net
Jamming and the average listener cramming in it like a sandwich
A bit at a
This critical rhyming individual shine your pitiful kind
little so little that I will be little your mind
Nigero tearin' yo ego and spiritual flows, divine

Signed and delivered, so take rewind and give it all
Your undivided attention, divide is in
Subtraction in addition, see I'm a mathematician
Egyptologist
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 fat dividends, now that's 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 plus scissors and tape
Can you
Lyrics that I write 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 rock keep runnin' for a record the block

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

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

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

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

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

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 real
Can you
The way we keep runnin' for a record around the block