[Intro] We getting ready, to start the set [Verse 1 Gift of Gab] Its 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, Im 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 Im a gardener Im a chef eatin all you carnivores Im an ancient Zen master philosophic thought Comin like the Art of War Handyman with lyrical hardware And my house aint made a ginger But its made of an array of pages thatll slay ya like a ninja Unemployed, no, I got work And my job description a rap technician From sunup to sundown And its clockwork [Hook] Do you understand? Every beat he make Which sucker DJs 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 its the needle hell catch You understand? The way he rock Which is 24oh7 around the clock [Verse 2 Gift of Gab] Grabbin the mic and unravelin with The force of a javelin hit Travelin Gift of Gab and Im it MCs are havin a fit A man and a myth with a hat of magical tricks Stored in my cabinanet 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 Its 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 Im like a mathematician Egyptologist wisdom Hiphop 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 thats livin See I got work And my job description a rap technician From sunup to sundown And its clockwork [Hook] Do you understand? Every beat he make Which sucker DJs 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 its the needle hell catch You understand? The way he rock Which is 24oh7 around the clock [Verse 3 Gift of Gab] Do I have to give up my signature? To get ya to figure out Im 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 youre going so that you dont miss the route See, I send you traveling far Unadulterated cleverness And youll never catch a flaw Im a hiphop astrologist And my raps a shooting star Im 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 wouldnt need to pay the rent at all Just give me applause whenever I floss, thatll be the only cost See my occupation a rap technician From sunup to sundown And its clockwork and it dont stop [Hook] Do you understand? Every beat he make Which sucker DJs 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 its the needle hell catch You understand? The way he rock Which is 24oh7 around the clock
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