Dilated Peoples - Clockwork lyrics
[Dilated Peoples - Clockwork lyrics]
One-two one-two in the place to be
Yes indeed
As we proceed to give you what you need
Always smoking that 'dro weed
We have dilated peoples! Set to detonate
"There's just one thing that I
Would like to say!" uh huh, sharp
Ha yes y'all watch out
What what, uh uh, uh
Yeah, it's going down
We got tension in suspense
Theme in 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
(uh huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the tube
I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views bird's eye
Catch the rhythm in the words I use
I've learned to burn pain for fuel
Everybody plays the fool sometimes
The other side of the game is cruel
I'm back to school, the master rules
Born in the church where the pastor rules
(why?)
I embrace the task that give birth to tools
And keep the pressure on that
Turns earth to jewels
"How that sound?"
Yeah, Dilated we're correctly
Holding the crown, it's like this
"How that sound?" c'mon, yeah
Dilated we're correctly holding the crown
"How that sound?"
On tracks, it's like boomerang
Sometimes you gotta let shit go
To watch it come back
Babu scratch Evidence, presumed innocent
Move in silence, tracks covered
No fingerprints
Most are hit or miss, not what this is
Type on tour that might, hit your misses
Pack the bags, load up the pre-vo last year
We hit the road with Rage, Guru and Primo
Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic (hey)
Kweli and all top notch acts, keep it classic
Bill Graham presents, "Live at the Fillmore"
And after the encore, they ask for more
Fuck the IRS, I roll with IR-IS
'Science the best, so don't test
Exotic, attack the wack a word of advice
I got it down so cold
Like ice from Jew Heights
"How that sound?"
Yeah, Dilated we're correctly
Holding the crown, it's like this
"How that sound?" c'mon, 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 (hey)
Reach under my seat for that
Heat that blaze tracks
Face facts, you're facin poker faced cats
Dilated made our way through the maze
"so take that!"
For boom bap rap brought some
State of the art shit (hey)
After two L's
I'm "Cool" like James Todd Smith
Made ya burn while the, tables turn
I teach but I'm ready willing able to learn
These cats trying to eat
I'm just trying to breathe
And trying to leave a legacy
That you couldn't believe
Live from DND, peace to NY G's
Rakaa Cy Young on the M-IC
Babs is clockwork
You could set your wristwatch
And the real backbone of
Hip-hop is disc jocks
"How that sound?"
Yeah, Dilated we're correctly
Holding the crown, it's like this
"How that sound?" c'mon, yeah
Dilated we're correctly holding the crown
"How that sound?"
Come down Mr selector
Yes indeed
As we proceed to give you what you need
Always smoking that 'dro weed
We have dilated peoples! Set to detonate
"There's just one thing that I
Would like to say!" uh huh, sharp
Ha yes y'all watch out
What what, uh uh, uh
Yeah, it's going down
We got tension in suspense
Theme in 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
(uh huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the tube
I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views bird's eye
Catch the rhythm in the words I use
I've learned to burn pain for fuel
Everybody plays the fool sometimes
The other side of the game is cruel
I'm back to school, the master rules
Born in the church where the pastor rules
(why?)
I embrace the task that give birth to tools
And keep the pressure on that
Turns earth to jewels
"How that sound?"
Yeah, Dilated we're correctly
Holding the crown, it's like this
"How that sound?" c'mon, yeah
Dilated we're correctly holding the crown
"How that sound?"
On tracks, it's like boomerang
Sometimes you gotta let shit go
To watch it come back
Babu scratch Evidence, presumed innocent
Move in silence, tracks covered
No fingerprints
Most are hit or miss, not what this is
Type on tour that might, hit your misses
Pack the bags, load up the pre-vo last year
We hit the road with Rage, Guru and Primo
Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic (hey)
Kweli and all top notch acts, keep it classic
Bill Graham presents, "Live at the Fillmore"
And after the encore, they ask for more
Fuck the IRS, I roll with IR-IS
'Science the best, so don't test
Exotic, attack the wack a word of advice
I got it down so cold
Like ice from Jew Heights
"How that sound?"
Yeah, Dilated we're correctly
Holding the crown, it's like this
"How that sound?" c'mon, 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 (hey)
Reach under my seat for that
Heat that blaze tracks
Face facts, you're facin poker faced cats
Dilated made our way through the maze
"so take that!"
For boom bap rap brought some
State of the art shit (hey)
After two L's
I'm "Cool" like James Todd Smith
Made ya burn while the, tables turn
I teach but I'm ready willing able to learn
These cats trying to eat
I'm just trying to breathe
And trying to leave a legacy
That you couldn't believe
Live from DND, peace to NY G's
Rakaa Cy Young on the M-IC
Babs is clockwork
You could set your wristwatch
And the real backbone of
Hip-hop is disc jocks
"How that sound?"
Yeah, Dilated we're correctly
Holding the crown, it's like this
"How that sound?" c'mon, yeah
Dilated we're correctly holding the crown
"How that sound?"
Come down Mr selector