Clockwork - Rascalz: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

Clockwork

808

Hip-Hop/Rap

Clockwork foi lançado em 1 de janeiro de 1997 por RCA Records Label como parte do álbum Cash Crop

Detalhes da canção

ÁlbumCash Crop

Data de lançamento1 de janeiro de 1997

EditoraRCA Records Label

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM88

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Rascalz

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Barry Leonard

Composer

Romeo Jacobs

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kemo for LabRats Produce

Kemo for LabRats Produce

Producer

Letra

It's like clockwork

Movin', the hands of time

Four MCs

Four minds combined in rhyme

Like clockwork

It's like clockwork

Movin' the hands of time

Four MCs, four minds

Combined in rhyme

Like clockwork

Movin' the hands of time

Four MCs, four minds

You know

Combined in rhyme

And it goes

Like this

I'll take it straight to that face plate

Snatch and make detachable

What now?

'Cause what I bring's the natural dispatchable

I'm magical, word up

I got it like that

I'm just sayin' what's on my mind when I rhyme

And that's the bottom line

Heavy stress got a **** thinkin' that he must be trippin'

I'll be runnin' rings around the rhymes that they be whippin'

And they know it

But still, they must be frontin'

'Cause I'm sayin' somethin'

That they don't wanna hear so now there's nothin'

But opposition to my every way of life

I'm sayin' I'ma bring it on 'cause I must

Yo, I'm bustin' rhymes 'cause it's fresh

When you deaf with linguistic artistics

I mean, this rap thing is the shit kid

(Word up)

Gettin' paid is a priority, no doubt

So run that route

And quit the runnin' at the fuckin' mouth

Yo, it'll never be the same like it use to be

Too many half steppers and wanna-be's up in the industry

So yo, I drop some signs every demo I make

It's like, how you live in homes

Kinda trite and it ain't that great

I want a mansion and a yacht and all that bullshit

But **** compromise they own integrity to get it

Now maybe that's the price to be paid for the riches

Sell your fuckin' soul to the Devil

Now those sons a bitches (Word)

Are tryin' to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (What?)

My street warrior attitude ain't impressive

I move onto the scene like a graphic

I flow like traffic

I'm at my peak each and ever hour

When I get a rush

I gotta bust with the Midas touch

Grab a hold of the steel

And grip it with the camel's clutch

Let 'em feel

Hear and bear witness as I reveal the sickness

That's been quaratined and concealed

When I redeem by Red who's one with creation

In time and in space and rhymin' a nation

Forever chasin' (Yeah)

Hip Hop until the final act of death

Takes my last breath

Or decibels of Cerwin-Vega make me go deaf

With nothin' left

But the force that creates life, which is the soul

Takes me to the next life

Where I will still rock your boat

The side is told

For non-believers to grasp and behold

The energy they envy manifested in me

From the dawning of time till the dusk of eternity

Deaf scripts, there will only be

We move like clockwork

Individual gears movin' in sync

Conditioned

And executed with precision

The regular recital of rhymes remains

One of the many mechanisms used to excercise the brain

So stay wise

To the hands of time

Because they don't stop

Hip Hop, you don't stop

At the top of the hour

Checkmate sets it

Red-1 renegade

Revolves with the record

Clockwise

Retrograde rotation

Known to be not wise

Open your eyes before the alarm sounds

Countdown, the year 2000

The path gets dramatic, time to drop Mathematics

I figure

Four MCs in a circular configure-ation

Is an eventual progression

Time is of the essence

It's the essence of this profession

To help make suggestions

Evolve from shadows, the day is now digital

Whatever the means

Time is still critical

So don't clock this work

But take it for what it's worth

It's clockwork

So synchronize your ink and rise

Don't blink your eyes

'Cause we're on the brink of demise

So sit and re-think the lies

Flipout, is what would describe me best

So let me flip out

And take this mess from my chest

Clockwork

Movin' like the hands of time

Four MCs combined

Together in rhyme

It's like clockwork

We stockin' up the rhymes

But the clerk at the counter be the misfit

Spellin' out rhymes from the mind

So check it

If you wanna get jerked by the collar

You're gettin' pulled from behind

The Misfit

If you try to holla at the boys

Checkmate, Red, Flipout

Yes, indeed Misfit

So instead, I think you should step

To the side

And just listen to the brothas that be on the ride

Glidin' back an forth

Like an up rock from a fresh foot

Indeed, I will come at your jaw

And kick you down with the shit that is comin'

Compound

From the element, me and the track

You can't ever turn back, whack

That's not the way, I never stand still

Yes, indeed

As I drill another rhyme, you play potential

Kinetic, the man be electric

Electrifying suckers

That think they can defy the man Misfit

I reach down deep into the abyss

And pull a rhyme to hit you stiff quick

And that's the way it go

The impact of a firm fist

And like I said before

The dreaded brothas from the North West

Givin' you the flow

Like clockwork (Checkmate)

Everyday, it goes spontanious when we bust

And that's the shit

I told you it's like clockwork, you know

Everyday flow

That's how we go

It's like clockwork

Clockwork

Movin' like the hands of time

Four MCs, four minds

Together in rhyme

And we movin' like the hands of time

Four MCs, four minds

Together in rhyme

Clockwork

Movin' like the hands of time

Four MCs, four minds

Together in rhyme

And we movin' like the hands of time

Four MCs, four minds

'Cause we together in crime

You know what I'm sayin'

From Vancouver side of things

(The hands of time)

The hands of time is like clockwork

This is what we bringin' up to the table

Written by: Barry Leonard, Romeo Jacobs

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