| One-two one-two in the place to be, yes indeed
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| As we proceed to give you what you need
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| Always smokin that 'dro weed, we have. |
| Dilated. |
| Peoples!
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| Set to detonate
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| Uh-huh, sharp
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| Ha yes y’all
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| Watch out
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| What what uh Uh, uh Yeah, it’s goin down
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| We got tension in suspense, theme in variation
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| Train robbery panic, description of equation
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| I’m after the gold, and after that the platinum
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| You want what you don’t have so far neither one’s happened
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| But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
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| Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
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| That goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
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| Any press, the news, I don’t watch the two, I watch for crews
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| Triple Optic cockpit views
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| Bird’s eye, catch the rhythm in the words I use
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| I’ve learned to burn pain for fuel
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| Everybody plays the fool sometimes, the other side of the game is cruel
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| I’m back to school, the master rules
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| Born in the church where the pastor rules (why?)
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| I embrace the task that give birth to tools
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| And keep the pressure on that turns earth to jewels
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| Yeah, Dilated we’re correctly holdin the crown, it’s like THIS
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| C’mon, yeah
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| Dilated we’re correctly holdin the crown
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| On tracks, it’s like boomerang
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| Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back
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| Evidence, presumed innocent
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| Move in silence, tracks covered, no fingerprints
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| Most are hit or miss, not what this is Type on tour that might, hit your misses
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| Pack the bags, load up the pre-vo last year
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| We hit the road with Rage, Guru and Primo
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| Cypress, D’Angelo, shit’s Jurassic (hey!)
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| Kweli and all top notch acts, keep it classic
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| Bill Graham presents, Live at the Fillmore
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| And after the encore, they ask for more
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| Fuck the IRS, I roll with I-R-I-S
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| 'Science the best, so don’t test
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| Exotic, attack the wack a word of advice
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| I got it down so cold like ice from Jew Heights
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| Huh huh, yeah, Dilated we’re correctly holdin the crown
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| Uhh. |
| yeah
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| It’s that shit you pump loud when you roll into town
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| Check your fusebox, my Cosmic Slop brings cops
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| Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks
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| Say WHAT? |
| I bust a U and come back (hey!)
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| Reach under my seat for that heat that blaze tracks
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| Face facts, you’re facin poker faced cats
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| Dilated made our way through the maze, so take that!
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| For boom bap rap brought some state of the art shit (hey!)
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| After two L’s, I’m +Cool+ like James Todd Smith
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| Made ya burn while the, tables turn
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| I teach but I’m ready willin able to learn
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| These cats tryin to eat, I’m just tryin to breathe
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| And tryin to leave a legacy that you couldn’t believe
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| Live from DND, peace to NY G’s
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| Rakaa Cy Young on the M-I-C
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| Babs is clockwork, you could set your wristwatch
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| And the real backbone of hip-hop is disc jocks
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| Huh, yeah yeah
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| No doubt Dilated platform, expansion team!
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| Uhh uhh, yo, Dilated, no doubt, worldwide connected
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| Come down Mr. Selector |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clockwork, artist - Dilated Peoples. Album song Expansion Team, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп