Clockwork

We getting' ready, to start the set
 It's clockwork, got work
 Put it in like doctors with awkwardness
 Mopped your whole flock up
 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 it's axis
 Like oxes chappin(?)
 Boxing compin (?) it up out though
 Peepin it loose
 Seeped in to you
 Begin in to the
 MC is what I be about though
 The freshest widow 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 its 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 sun up to sun down
 And it's clockwork
 Can you understand?
 Every beat be made with sucker DJ's plus scissors and tape
 Can you understand?
 Lyrics that I write will put you in sound out of sight
 Can you understand?
 Master of scratching yes is he the one slippin
 Or is he the real captain?
 Can you understand?
 The way we rock keep runnin for a record around the clock
 Grabbin the mic and unravelin with
 The force of a javelin hit
 Travelin Gift of Gab and I'm it
 MC's are havin a fit
 A man and a myth with a hat of magical tricks stored in my cabina-ne