Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clockwork, artist - Roots Manuva. Album song Brand New Second Hand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.02.1999
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Clockwork |
| Ain’t nothin but this uncut croughness I bring |
| Don’t care bout no fide I do my own thing |
| Giving chase in this rat race, fears we face |
| And me be on the case, proud plus brave |
| Ready to be taking them drastic measures |
| Give me my treasure then splurt |
| Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt |
| I told you both through, fight through the bleak |
| Clench my teeth dweet, enzymes for me By any which method positivities be we shepherd |
| We pounce like left limb leopard |
| If you ever see me in the street pulling brand new good moves |
| You’re wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff, I got me cause and calling |
| Never have I held any love for stalling |
| Plus it make haste |
| You down for rebellion left-handed glove we embrace the minellium |
| (Chorus) |
| Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen |
| Scribble 'pon the paper from yassa to when |
| We drop style 'pon the heathens dem |
| Those who can’t dig it well I feel the problem |
| Aint no record that can hold me, I’m oversized |
| Ears ever be open to the words of the wise |
| But there’s untold cats on my corner perpetrating |
| Read a few books and now their talking |
| They’re looking to convert yours truly, but I’m unruly |
| Plus, for the crew like cooly folk |
| Mixing up the Guinness with the raw egg yolk |
| Cos it’s all about strength while we walk through the valley of the snipe, |
| heathens |
| Get thee from my sight, you cats is ever eager |
| To preach up in my face when you just about scrape to know all that is How the hell you try to tell me coca-cola got fizz? |
| I read your pamphlet four times, It don’t make sense |
| You front like you be scholar, Smith smells pretence |
| Yous best get off your horse, drink your milk, get the frig out |
| It goes |
| (Chorus) |
| What the frig makes you friggers want to frig with this? |
| Now you fools got me living with this mental fist |
| That I wear with knuckledusters, taking out these frauds in their clusters |
| Three by three, five by five |
| How would you describe this left handed loony |
| Toony votoony, dance gatecrasher |
| Heading through the back door straight to the bar |
| And I’m gonna get me some firewater |
| Then I’m gonna scope out a young fine daughter |
| Ah yes, it’s my wayward nature |
| Hip to a caper, soon to have a house with X amount of acre |
| It goes |
| (Chorus) x3 |