Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clock of Destiny, artist - Chief Kamachi. Date of issue: 07.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clock of Destiny |
| I wonder what people expect to see? |
| Real Hip-Hop do it till is the death of me |
| It’s not my time on the Clock of Destiny |
| Long as I’m real then I did it successfully |
| Ayo, the mic is done, early 90's when my hype begun |
| Bullseye, AK-47 the rifle lung |
| Ten years later, still stepping the cipher, son |
| I’m here; |
| underground legend is what the cycle brung |
| Classic, murder material on the four track |
| Old school, wheels of steel keeping the four pack |
| Late night, gang war niggas getting their jaw cracked |
| Hundred dollar talent show, spitting the raw rap |
| Give me a mic and a red Philly ball cap |
| First demo tape in the trash, not a call back |
| I kept it moving cuz I knew I would break free |
| Back in the studio, get ready for take three |
| Gorilla on a mic, little Mach was a straight G |
| First deal at fifteen, never Christine |
| Write a rhyme for a Benz, make the wrist gleam |
| Niggas in the street is stars, I hit the strip CREAM |
| Yo, I see a big future in music |
| Hope I got the right mirror |
| Came up in the Nike era |
| Tryna be a mic terror |
| 'Follow the Leader' dropped album was a light-bearer |
| Studied the game, got the slang and my sight clearer |
| Poster of MC Lyte, I use to write Mira |
| Ponder my musical genre, its quiet rarer |
| So I fall back, look at the mall rap |
| Album ain’t sell, people know that I’m all that |
| Was once told my career would suffer a curse by an Old Ghost |
| While he was smoking a dust in a hearse |
| Been around the globe couple times crushing a verse |
| Fairly unknown, people still in love with the worst |
| Back to trance, small ass rap advance |
| They wanna see little Sambo tap and dance |
| I’m like Tucson teaming up with blacks in France |
| Kamachi! |
| Still in that classic stance |