Clockwork [Explicit]

Dilated Peoples

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One two, one two in the place to be Yes indeed, as we proceed to give you what you need Always smokin that 'dro weed We have, Dilated Peoples There's just one thing, that I, would like to say There's just one thing, that I, would like to say There's just one thing, that I, would like to say There's just one thing, that I, would like to say We got tension and suspense, theme and variation Train robbery panic, description of equation I'm after the gold, and after that the platinum You want what you don't have, so far neither one's happened But I was told by my peeps play your cards right Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype That goes for bad reviews, good reviews Any press, the news, I don't watch the tube, I watch for crews Triple optic cockpit views, birdseye Catch the rhythm in the words I use I burn to burn pain for fuel, everybody plays a fool Sometimes the other side of the game is cruel I'm back to school to master rules Born in a church where the pastor rules I embrace the task that give birth to tools And keep the pressure on that turns earth to jewels How that sound? Huh? Huh? How that sound? Yeah Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown It's like, this How that sound? What? What? How that sound? C'mon How that sound? Yeah Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown How that sound? On tracks it's like boomerangs Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back Evidence, presumed innocent Move in silence, tracks covered, no fingerprints Most are hit-or-miss, not what this is The type on tour that might hit your Mrs Pack the bags, load up the pre-roll Last year we hit the road with Rage, Guru, and Primo Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic Kweli and all top notch acts, we keep it classic Bill Graham presents, live at the Fillmore And after the encore they ask for more Fuck the IRS, I roll with I-R-I-S Science the best, so don't test Exotic, attack the wack, a word of advice I got it down so cold like ice in July How that sound? Huh? Huh? How that sound? Yeah Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown It's like, this How that sound? What? What? How that sound? C'mon How that sound? Yeah Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown How that sound? Check your fusebox, my cosmic slop brings cops Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks Say what? I bust a U and come back Reach under my seat for that heat then blaze tracks Face facts, you're facin pokerface cats Dilated made our way through the maze and take the gat Take boom-bap rap on some state of the art shit After two L's I'm cool like J. John Smith Major burn while the tables turn I teach but I'm ready, willing, able to learn These cats tryin to eat, I'm just tryin to breathe And tryin to leave a legacy that you couldn't believe Live from D&D, peace to N-Y G's Rakaa, Cy Young on the M-I-C Fast as clockwork, you can set your wristwatch And the real backbone of hip-hop is disc jock How that sound? Huh? Huh? How that sound? Yeah How that sound? No doubt Dilated, Platform Expansion Team How that sound? Yo, Dilated No doubt, worldwide connected