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Clockwork (Prod. By DJ Premier)

One-two one-two in the place to be, yes indeed

As we proceed to give you what you need

Always smokin' that 'dro weed, we have dilated peoples!Set to detonate

There's just one thing

Uh-huh, sharp

That I, would like to say

Ha yes y'all

There's just one thing

Watch out

That I, would like to say

What what uh

There's just one thing

Uh, uh

That I, would like to say

Yeah, it's goin' down

There's just one thing

That I, would like to sayWe got tension in suspense, theme in variation

Train robbery panic, description of equation

I'm after the gold, and after that the platinum

You want what you don't have so far neither one's happened

But I was told by my peeps play your cards right

Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype

That goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)

Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews"Triple Optic" cockpit views

Bird's eye, catch the rhythm in the words I use

I've learned to burn pain for fuel

Everybody plays the fool sometimes, the other side of the game is cruel

I'm back to school, the master rules

Born in the church where the pastor rules (why?)

I embrace the task that give birth to tools

And keep the pressure on that turns earth to jewelsHow that sound?

Yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown, it's like this

How that sound?

C'mon, yeah

Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown

How that sound?On tracks, it's like boomerang

Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back

Evidence, presumed innocent

Move in silence, tracks covered, no fingerprints

Most are hit or miss, not what this is

Type on tour that might, hit your misses

Pack the bags, load up the pre-vo last year

We hit the road with Rage, Guru and Primo

Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic (hey!)

Kweli and all top notch acts, keep it classic

Bill Graham presents, "Live at the Fillmore"

And after the encore, they ask for more

Fuck the IRS, I roll with I-R-I-S

'Science the best, so don't test

Exotic, attack the whack a word of advice

I got it down so cold like ice from Jew HeightsHow that sound?

Huh huh, yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown

How that sound?

Uh, yeah

It's that shit you pump loud when you roll into town

How that sound?Check your fuse box, my "Cosmic Slop" brings cops

Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks

Say what? I bust a you and come back (hey!)

Reach under my seat for that heat that blaze tracks

Face facts, you're facin' poker faced cats

Dilated made our way through the maze, "so take that!"

For boom bap rap brought some state of the art shit (hey!)

After two L's, I'm cool like James Todd Smith

Made ya burn while the, tables turn

I teach but I'm ready willin' able to learn

These cats tryin' to eat, I'm just tryin' to breathe

And tryin' to leave a legacy that you couldn't believe

Live from D-N-D, peace to NY G's

Rakaa Cy Young on the M-I-C

Babs is clockwork, you could set your wristwatch

And the real backbone of hip-hop is disc jocksHow that sound?

Huh, yeah yeah

How that sound?

No doubt Dilated platform, expansion team!

How that sound?

Uh uh, yo, Dilated, no doubt, worldwide connectedCome down Mr. Selector

Songwriters

Martin, Christopher E / Wright, Shahid / Nemley, Martin / Hamilton, Arnold / Roman, Leonardo / Bolton, Glenn / Taylor, Rakaa / Perretta, Michael / Huston, PaulPublished by

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