Rootwords Clockwork
[Verse I]
Damn right
I'm back on the road
I got ya
Head banging like it's about to explode
I got ya
Chick cracking for me breaking your code
And I ain't even macking
She just recognise what you're lacking
Let's go !
Mad Max ...
Full Throttle ...
Gold Nuts ...
Bing Lotto !
Never strike out
Home run
Smash-whip like Jackie Robinson
Spinning since the beginning the feeling is ill
Grinning like a villain who keeps sinning but chill
I ain't here to rob your ass blind
It's more like give you a close encounter
The fourth kind
[Hook]
Bang !
Hit like the hammer when I speak my mind
Bang !
It's clockwork when I'm on my grind
Bang !
You'll see me moving in time
Bang-Bang !
It's clockwork when I'm on my grind
[Verse II]
Hot !
Let's box like kangaroos
I don't rest stop to hang with fools
Drop !
Dismantle your damaged tools
When I clap back you loose
Bang !
Bang-Bang !
I'm breaking all the rules
Rebel wild
Devil child
Sound pushed up to the red
Revel crowd
Level loud !
Sending these notes into the heavens
I cock these four-fours like a corrupt reverend
I flow in dojos chopping up with the bredrin
So when I see my enemies I'm visualising their ending
This is the diary of a mad man written in blood
The evidence was washed away in the flood
Bugged ...
After long nights of hitting the bud
He slowly started to hate what he used to love
[Hook]