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Around the Clock
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Around the Clock was released on April 5, 1994 by Rhino Atlantic as a part of the album Lost in Brooklyn
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Release DateApril 5, 1994
LabelRhino Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Down South
Down South
Performer
Myorr the DJ
Myorr the DJ
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Jones
Jeremy Jones
Songwriter
Jerry Tineo
Jerry Tineo
Songwriter
Myorr Janha
Myorr Janha
Songwriter
Shawn Jones
Shawn Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich July
Rich July
Mixing Engineer
Shawn J. Period
Shawn J. Period
Mixing Engineer
The Beatnuts
The Beatnuts
Producer

Lyrics

I know kids see my height and they take me light
But I fight like a madman if [edited] got tight
You know I'm kickin and punchin, now your smile is like a snaggle
All cracked up by one little Fraggle
Rock with your face all toned
But I rocked you so hard that you was [edited] out kidney stones
It's amazing how you have to show your wealth
Prove knowledge of self, as the cards are bein dealt
But the Fizz Man is a Soda Man...wich comes in a can
And watch us pack them grand stands
Cause I can pack it up like a shipper
Or row the Titanic, lend a hoe to the captain and the skipper
Watch me flipper like flapjacks and never fall short
Forget a penny, gimme 8.99 for my thoughts
Better yet buy the CD - not greedy
Just wanna feed the fam and to have a little change for the needy
I could be a nice [edited] like your folks
But if provoked, damn right I rip the tonsils out your throat
And just remember when the LP drops
Your chart position stop
So fly south with the flock
Cause soon your [edited]'ll go flat, we're on like a top hat
It's nasty like that while we're waitin by the haystack
And ah tic-toc around the clock
And we don't stop rockin till (probably at 3 o'clock)
The snare and the horn got you [edited] open
It got my pockets green like ( ? )
In the morn I eat grits, pop a few Tics
Stick a few tacks and move a few toes
Of some prospective hoes that I know
And the ones I haven't met
Got skills to make the rainforest wet
Don't fret, little fishies in the net'n
I had to ride the Trojan horse cause it was my last Armageddon
Wow what's comin from the pencil has no erasers
But could you raise the level on my flying faders
I'm like a Raider, committed to excellence
Smell the effervessence
As we drop another hit, you know we won't quit
Hip-Hop is the ultimate attraction
Pure satisfaction for your listening pleasure
For we do whatever and we drop a bomb whatever
Diggin in pots of gold without 100,000 sold
But did you know the wrong team went gold?
With the same song and dance
Stole someone else's fans
Just remember when the LP drops
Your chart position stop
So fly south with the flock
Written by: Jeremy Jones, Jerry Tineo, Myorr Janha, Shawn Jones
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