Текст песни Clockwork

Ain't nothin but this uncut croughness I bring

Don't care bout no fide I do my own thing

Giving chase in this rat race, fears we face

And me be on the case, proud plus brave

Ready to be taking them drastic measures

Give me my treasure then splurt

Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt

I told you both through, fight through the bleak

Clench my teeth dweet, enzymes for me

By any which method positivities be we shepherd

We pounce like left limb leopard

If you ever see me in the street pulling brand new good moves

You're wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff, I got me cause and calling

Never have I held any love for stalling

Plus it make haste

You down for rebellion left-handed glove we embrace the minellium

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Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen

Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when

We drop style 'pon the heathens dem

Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem

Aint no record that can hold me, I'm oversized

Ears ever be open to the words of the wise

But there's untold cats on my corner perpetrating

Read a few books and now their talking
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They're looking to convert yours truly, but I'm unruly

Plus, for the crew like cooly folk

Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk

Cos it's all about strength while we walk through the valley of the snipe, heathens

Get thee from my sight, you cats is ever eager

To preach up in my face when you just about scrape to know all that is

How the hell you try to tell me coca-cola got fizz?

I read your pamphlet four times, It don't make sense

You front like you be scholar, Smith smells pretence

Yous best get off your horse, drink your milk, get the frig out

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What the frig makes you friggers want to frig with this?

Now you fools got me living with this mental fist

That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these frauds in their clusters

Three by three, five by five

How would you describe this left handed loony

Toony votoony, dance gatecrasher

Heading through the back door straight to the bar

And I'm gonna get me some firewater

Then I'm gonna scope out a young fine daughter

Ah yes, it's my wayward nature

Hip to a caper, soon to have a house with X amount of acre

It goes

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