It's like clockwork, movin, the hands of time   Four MCs, four minds combined in rhyme(x3)      And it goes,like this   I'll take it straight to that face plate   Snatch and make it detach (what now)   Cause what i bring's the natural dispatch   I'm magical   Word up, I got It like that   I'm just sayin whats on my mind    When I rhyme   And thats the bottom line   Heavy stress got a nigga thinkin that he must be trippin   I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes that they be whippin   And they know it   But still they must be frontin   Cause I'm sayin somethin   That they dont wanna hear   So now theres nothin (nothin)   But opposition to my every way of life   I'm sayin I'm a bring it on cause I must   Yo I'm bustin rhymes    Cause its fresh when you def with linguistic, artistic   I mean this rap thing, is the shit kid (word up)   Gettin paid is a priority   No Doubt   So run that route   Well quit the runnin at the fuckin mouth   Yo It'll never be the same, like it use to be   Too many half steppers that wanna be up in the industry   So yo i drop some science every demo i make   It's like, how you livin homes   Kinda trife and it aint that great   I wanna mansion and a yatch and all that bullshit   The niggas compromise they own integrity to get it   Now maybe thats the price to be paid for the riches   Sell your fuckin soul to the Devil   Now those suns a bitches (word)   Are tryin to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (what?)   My street warrior attitude aint impressive      I move onto the scene like a graphic   I flow like traffic   I'm at my peak each and ever hour   When I get a rush   I gotta bust with the midas touch   Grab a hold of the steal an grip it with the camels clutch   Let em feel   Hear and bear witness   As I reveal the sickness   That's been quaratined and revealed   When I redeam   By Red who's One with creation   In time in this space   And rhymin a nation   Forever chasin   Hip Hop   Until da final act of death   Takes my last breath   Odesables of saren vega make me go def   With nothin left   But the force that creates life   Which is the soul   Takes me to the next life   Where I will still rock your bone   The side is told   But not beleive   Its the grasp and behold   The energy they envy   Manafested in me   >From the donnig of time   'Till the dusk of eternity   Def scripts there will only be      We move like clockwork   Individual gears movin in sync   Condition   And executed with procision   The regular recital of rhymes remains   One of the many mechanisms used to escersize the brain   So stay wise   To the hands of time   Because they dont stop   Hip Hop, you dont stop (stop)   At the top of the hour   Checkmate sets it   Red-1 renegade   Revolves with the record   Clockwise   Retro grave rotation   Known to be not wise   Open your eyes   Before the alarm sounds   Countdown, the year 2000   The path gets dramatic   Time to drop mathematics   I figure   Four MCs in a circular configure-ation   Is an eventuall progression   Time is of the essence   Its the essence of this proffesion   To help make suggestions   Evolve from shadows   The day is now digital   Whatever the means   Times is still critical   So dont clock this work   But take it for what its worth   Clockwork   So syncronize your inc and rise   Dont blink your eyes   Cause we're on the brink of demeise   So sit and re-think the lies   Flipout, is what would describe me best   So let me Flipout   and take this mess from my chest   Clockwork   Movin like the hands of time   Four MCs combined together in rhyme      Its like clockwork   we stockin up the rhymes   But the clerk at the counter be the misfit   Spellin out rhymes from the mind   So check it   If you wanna get jerked by the collar   Then gettin pulled from behind   The Misfit (Misfit)   You try to holla at the boys   Checkmate, Red, Flipout   Yes, indeed Misfit   So instead I think you should step   To the side (to the side)   And just listen to the brothas that be on the ride glide   An back an forth   Like an up rock from a fresh foot   Indeed I will come at ya jaw   And kick ya down with the shit that is coming   Compound   >From the element   Me and the track   You cant ever turn back   Whack   Thats not the way   I never stand still   Yes indead   As I kill another rhyme   You play potential   Kinetic, the man be electric   Electrifying suckers   That think they can defy tha man Misfit   I reach down deep in to the abis   And pull a rhyme to hit ya stiff quick   And thats the way it go   The impact of a firm fist   And like I said before   The dreaded brothas from the northwest (northwest)   Givin you the flow   Like Clock Work   Everyday it goes spontanious   When we bust   An thats the shit      I told you its like Clockwork   You know   Everyday flow   Thats how we go      Clockwork   Movin Like the hands of time   Four MCs four minds   Together in rhyme(x3)      You know what im sayin   Vancouver side of things