Clockwork - Deca, Ichiban, RoQy Tyraid

Within a facade, caught slipping

But you ought to

Pause for consideration

He’s got his finger on the trigger of a generation

The clock (clock)'s ticking

As the plot (plot) thickens

And we’re lost (lost)

Within a facade, caught slipping

But you ought to

Pause for consideration

He’s got his finger on the trigger of a generation

Blow

First things first

Hit them with the mean verse

Something colorful with imagery like Dreamworks

You paint pictures but they’re eye sores

Try cyanide mixed with hemlock, it’s to die for

If I applied force I’d knock them off their high horses

Lace beats with the same product Richard Pryor snorted

Infiltrate illuminates and creep inside their fortress

With the townsfolk, grab pitchforks and light their torches

Heads are gonna roll, tall tales will be told

Placebo’s for patriots, all hail the eagle

I can’t call it with the flip of a coin

But if you take me too serious you’re missing the point

I’m Deca uno

Robinson Crusoe

The unsung conundrum can body slam a one ton sumo

As a young chap on Colfax with no dough stacked

I went up in Diana Ross raw, caught the soul clap

Big brother tapped my phone

That’s my own skull and bone

Chaperone, and turn the planet Earth into a battle zone

I’ll shake the pillars of the Parthenon in Babylon

Slip Bonita Applebum the magic wand and travel on

The clock (clock)'s ticking

As the plot (plot) thickens

And we’re lost (lost)

Within a facade, caught slipping

But you ought to

Pause for consideration

He’s got his finger on the trigger of a generation

The clock (clock)'s ticking

As the plot (plot) thickens

And we’re lost (lost)

Within a facade, caught slipping

But you ought to

Pause for consideration

He’s got his finger on the trigger of a generation

The way I speak, you think I ate a bran muffin

With a prune shake

Mixed with magnesium citrate

'cause I got shit for days

My main objective’s to control the globe

I made an addendum

And stated my intentions on the Georgia Stones

Impunity;

socio-political immunity

No scrutiny from the community

'cause I’m wooing them musically

With mass hypnosis using, ignorance

Masquerading in a veil of moral value

Like a Tyler Perry movie

Weapons of mass distraction

Media, fashion

Employment vanishin

Epidemics, like gas and federal taxes

Internment camps for inevitable clashing

Housing rebels and cats serving for questionable actions

Intellectuals vanquished

Knowledge: the key to the free mind

We threw religion on it’s head and made you believe it was a peace sign

You’re a docile, benign feline

Standing in the street

And your government’s a teen in a Nissan

The regime will fall to pieces, if the people lock arms

Swing and leave you nigga’s leaking like Vietnam Tom

Alias is Jacob from the ancient codex

Became a rock in the sling, shot

At baphomet’s forehead

The underdog

The clock (clock)'s ticking

As the plot (plot) thickens

And we’re lost (lost)

Within a facade, caught slipping

But you ought to

Pause for consideration

He’s got his finger on the trigger of a generation

The clock (clock)'s ticking

As the plot (plot) thickens

And we’re lost (lost)

Within a facade, caught slipping

But you ought to

Pause for consideration

He’s got his finger on the trigger of a generation

Act one, get ready for action

Got a bad tongue, Samuel L. Jackson

Speaking in prose, reciting Ezekiel

Divine intervention intended to be remedial

On top of the globe, gazing out of the optical

People watching below, it gets rather comical

So, who’s next up to have a go at it

So tragic, fall into a pit that’s Socratic

Take it all in with a fresh breath and smile

Follow a twelve-step program to get next to god

The hot-shots got the whole block going ga-ga

With the paparazzi or more like Chupacabra

Gossip girls chatter their teeth like «who's he?»

Lace lyrics and get Belushi with a loose leaf

Heavy duty shit I always go back to

Pay a visit to the gypsy with the gold-capped tooth

Come on and dare me

I get my cut like Martha Stewart, culinary

He’s a rock in a modern day Huckleberry

Turn my back to the wackness I seen on the set

They’re knocked-up, they’re just a placebo effect

The clock (clock)'s ticking

As the plot (plot) thickens

And we’re lost (lost)

Within a facade, caught slipping

But you ought to

Pause for consideration

He’s got his finger on the trigger of a generation

The clock (clock)'s ticking

As the plot (plot) thickens

And we’re lost (lost)

Within a facade, caught slipping

But you ought to

Pause for consideration

He’s got his finger on the trigger of a generation