Its like clockwork, movin, the hands of time
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Four MCs, four minds combined in rhyme [x3]
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And it goes,like this
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I'll take it straight to that face plate
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Snatch and make it detach (what now)
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Cause what i bring's the natural dispatch
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I'm magical
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Word up, I got It like that
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I'm just sayin whats on my mind
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When I rhyme
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And thats the bottom line
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Heavy stress got a nigga thinkin that he must be trippin
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I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes that they be whippin
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And they know it
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But still they must be frontin
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Cause I'm sayin somethin
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That they dont wanna hear
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So now theres nothin (nothin)
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But opposition to my every way of life
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I'm sayin I'm a bring it on cause I must
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Yo I'm bustin rhymes
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Cause its fresh when you def with linguistic, artistic
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I mean this rap thing, is the shit kid (word up)
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Gettin paid is a priority
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No Doubt
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So run that route
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Well quit the runnin at the fuckin mouth
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Yo It'll never be the same, like it use to be
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Too many half steppers that wanna be up in the industry
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So yo i drop some science every demo i make
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It's like, how you livin homes
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Kinda trife and it aint that great
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I wanna mansion and a yatch and all that bullshit
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The niggas compromise they own integrity to get it
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Now maybe thats the price to be paid for the riches
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Sell your fuckin soul to the Devil
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Now those suns a bitches (word)
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Are tryin to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (what?)
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My street warrior attitude aint impressive
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I move onto the scene like a graphic
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I flow like traffic
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I'm at my peak each and ever hour
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When I get a rush
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I gotta bust with the midas touch
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Grab a hold of the steal an grip it with the camels clutch
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Let em feel
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Hear and bear witness
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As I reveal the sickness
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That's been quaratined and revealed
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When I redeam
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By Red who's One with creation
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In time in this space
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And rhymin a nation
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Forever chasin
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Hip Hop
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Until da final act of death
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Takes my last breath
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Odesables of saren vega make me go def
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With nothin left
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But the force that creates life
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Which is the soul
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Takes me to the next life
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Where I will still rock your bone
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The side is told
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But not beleive
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Its the grasp and behold
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The energy they envy
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Manafested in me
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Clockwork
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