Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Grandfather Clock, artist - Aceyalone. Album song A Book of Human Language, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.04.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
The Grandfather Clock |
Excuse me, does anyone have the time? |
No! |
If you knew what makes me tick |
It’ll probably make you sick |
Lay my days of my life in front of you |
And I’ll let you take your (pick) |
Come on |
Pull back the curtain but make sure that you are certain |
That it will be worth the energy that you end up exerting |
Now walk past the doorway, step into the foyer |
Don’t you bother knocking |
I’m a grandfather clockin' everything you do |
I’m seeing through you faultiness |
So sprinkle me but not with saltiness |
The ghetto taught me this |
I fought for this, I fight for this, I spend my life for this |
And if you put your brain to work it ain’t hard to decipher this |
Counting down the days boy closer to your doom |
Time keeper for the Reaper, the family heirloom |
Like staring at my grandfather clock inside my room |
It’ll never miss a tick-tock, it strikes everyday at noon |
Every hour on the hour, it’ll sing a tune |
Every half hour it’ll croon and yell out at the moon |
You can’t escape the master time, no one is immune |
The hands of time will grab you when the moments opportune. |
No one is immune. |
When the moment’s opportune |
Carved from a tree trunk bark |
What a wonderful work of art |
Well I usually wear my sundial |
But it don’t work when it’s dark |
(don't work when it’s dark) |
No electric parts spark as mechanical as he is |
He’ll kindly say just wind me and then show me where the key is |
Then I go about my day and I flow about the way |
He never has nothing to say, he just sits there on display |
I seen one in the cafe, one inside the cabaret |
Timekeeper for the Reaper, what a pretty price to pay |
So don’t you bother knockin' at, I’m a Grandfather clockin' |
Everything you do, I’m seeing through your masquerade |
At midnight you will hear the serenade and don’t you be afraid |
It’s like clock work orange lemonade with the bottomless glass |
When it’s time for that ass! |
Tick-tock |
My Grandfather clock goes |
Tick-Tock |
My Grandfather clock goes |
Tick-Tock |
My Grandfather clock |
The pendulum is swinging and it just don’t ever stop |
Tick-tock |
My Grandfather clock goes |
Tick-tock |
My Grandfather clock goes |
Tick-Tock |
My Grandfather clock |
I used to have this coo-coo clock |
That would bother my Grandfather clock |
Never gave it no rest so I flew over the top of the nest |
And then at my request I ask him to resign |
He was never on time, one hour behind |
At ten, he struck at nine |
But he did not fuck with mine cause I murdered that machine |
If you ever beat the clock you know exactly what I mean |
(exactly what I mean) |
I hold my Grandfather clock in high esteem |
My alarm clock screams cause he knows how long it takes me |
But my Grandfather clock leans over and he shakes me |
And they both race against time to see who will be |
The first to wake me |
But when I became awoke my alarm clock was broke |
And my Grandfather clock was staring right down my throat |
And he leaned a little bit closer and he told and I quote: |
«If you ever race against me, you will surely come up short,» |
He said, «I'm better than your Timex, your Rolex or your Swatch |
Your Fossil, Casio, Quartz, your diamond studded watch,» |
He said, «I control how long you stay alive |
I’mma tap you on you shoulder at eleven fifty-five» |
When the time arrives and then and only then |
You’ll have your five minutes of funk |
Said my final salutations as I stepped amongst the monks |
Then he took me exactly where I stood like he should |
And I tried to reason with him and I tried knocking on wood |
But he said |