We getting' ready, to start the set



It's clockwork, got work

Put it in like doctors with awkwardness

Mopped your whole flock up

And walked toward ya

Scattered all up on the chalkboard

Socrates self is thoughtless

From farmers to Metropolis

I get these process all twisted

Form mental visual optics

My job description rock wiz

Clock ticks

I'm toxic giving oxygen to the thoughtless

Intoxicant knocking the planet off it's axis

Like oxes chappin(?)

Boxing compin (?) it up out though

Peepin it loose

Seeped in to you

Begin in to the outro



MC is what I be about though

The freshest widow without though

I can outflow

Any little doubt

Your little mouth throw out so

Take it out though

So I'm a gardener

I'm a chef eatin all you carnivores

I'm an ancient Zen master philosophic thought

Comin like the Art of War

Handyman with lyrical hardware

And my house ain't made a ginger

But its made of an array of pages that'll slay ya like a ninja

Unemployed, no, I got work

And my job description

A rap technician

From sun up to sun down

And it's clockwork



Can you understand?

Every beat be made with sucker DJ's plus scissors and tape



Can you understand?

Lyrics that I write will put you in sound out of sight



Can you understand?

Master of scratching yes is he the one slippin

Or is he the real captain?



Can you understand?

The way we rock keep runnin for a record around the clock



Grabbin the mic and unravelin with

The force of a javelin hit

Travelin Gift of Gab and I'm it

MC's are havin a fit

A man and a myth with a hat of magical tricks stored in my cabina-ne