Clockwork [Explicit]

One two, one two in the place to be
Yes indeed, as we proceed to give you what you need
Always smokin that 'dro weed
We have, Dilated Peoples

There's just one thing, that I, would like to say
There's just one thing, that I, would like to say
There's just one thing, that I, would like to say
There's just one thing, that I, would like to say

We got tension and suspense, theme and variation
Train robbery panic, description of equation
I'm after the gold, and after that the platinum
You want what you don't have, so far neither one's happened
But I was told by my peeps play your cards right
Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype
That goes for bad reviews, good reviews
Any press, the news, I don't watch the tube, I watch for crews

Triple optic cockpit views, birdseye
Catch the rhythm in the words I use
I burn to burn pain for fuel, everybody plays a fool
Sometimes the other side of the game is cruel
I'm back to school to master rules
Born in a church where the pastor rules
I embrace the task that give birth to tools
And keep the pressure on that turns earth to jewels

How that sound? Huh? Huh?
How that sound? Yeah
Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown
It's like, this
How that sound? What? What?
How that sound? C'mon
How that sound? Yeah
Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown
How that sound?

On tracks it's like boomerangs
Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back
Evidence, presumed innocent
Move in silence, tracks covered, no fingerprints
Most are hit-or-miss, not what this is
The type on tour that might hit your Mrs
Pack the bags, load up the pre-roll
Last year we hit the road with Rage, Guru, and Primo
Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic
Kweli and all top notch acts, we keep it classic
Bill Graham presents, live at the Fillmore
And after the encore they ask for more
Fuck the IRS, I roll with I-R-I-S
Science the best, so don't test
Exotic, attack the wack, a word of advice
I got it down so cold like ice in July

How that sound? Huh? Huh?
How that sound? Yeah
Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown
It's like, this
How that sound? What? What?
How that sound? C'mon
How that sound? Yeah
Dilated, we're correctly holding the crown
How that sound?

Check your fusebox, my cosmic slop brings cops
Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks
Say what? I bust a U and come back
Reach under my seat for that heat then blaze tracks
Face facts, you're facin pokerface cats
Dilated made our way through the maze and take the gat
Take boom-bap rap on some state of the art shit
After two L's I'm cool like J. John Smith
Major burn while the tables turn
I teach but I'm ready, willing, able to learn
These cats tryin to eat, I'm just tryin to breathe
And tryin to leave a legacy that you couldn't believe
Live from D&D, peace to N-Y G's
Rakaa, Cy Young on the M-I-C
Fast as clockwork, you can set your wristwatch
And the real backbone of hip-hop is disc jock

How that sound? Huh? Huh?
How that sound? Yeah
How that sound? No doubt
Dilated, Platform Expansion Team
How that sound?

Yo, Dilated
No doubt, worldwide connected