Clockwork
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 (Set to detonate) There's just one thing that I, would like to say (Sharp) There's just one thing that I, would like to say (Yes, y'all, watch out) There's just one thing that I, would like to say (What, what?) There's just one thing that I, would like to say (Yeah, it's goin' down) We got tension in suspense, theme in variation Train robbery, panic, description of equation I'm after the gold an' 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 two, I watch for crews Triple optic, cockpit views Bird's eye, catch the rhythm in the words I use I've learned to burn pain for fuel, everybody plays the fool Sometimes the other side of the game is cruel I'm back to school, the master rules Born in the church where the pastor rules I embrace the task that give birth to tools An' keep the pressure on that turns earth to jewels How that sound? How that sound? How that sound? (Yeah, Dilated, we're correctly holdin' the crown) How that sound? How that sound? How that sound? (It's like this, c'mon, yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown) On tracks, it's like boomerang 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 Type on tour that might, hit your misses Pack the bags, load up the prevo Last year we hit the road with Rage, Guru an' Primo Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jura*sic Kweli an' all top notch acts, keep it cla*sic Bill Graham presents 'Live at the Fillmore' An' after the encore, they ask for more f**k the IRS, I roll with I R I S Science the best, so don't test Exotic, attack the whack a word of advice I got it down so cold, like ice from Jew Heights How that sound? How that sound? How that sound? (Yeah, Dilated, we're correctly holdin' the crown) How that sound? How that sound? How that sound? (Yeah, it's that shit you pump loud when you roll into town) Check your fusebox, my 'Cosmic Slop' brings cops Ghetto hip hop that your city block rocks Say what? I bust a U an' come back Reach under my seat for that heat that blaze tracks Face facts, you're facin' poker faced cats Dilated made our way through the maze, so take that For boom bap rap brought some state of the art shit After two L's, I'm cool like James Todd Smith Made ya burn while the tables turn I teach but I'm ready willin', able to learn These cats tryin' to eat, I'm just tryin' to breathe An' tryin' to leave a legacy that you couldn't believe Live from D.N.D., peace to N.Y. Gs Rakaa, Cy Young on the M I C Babs is clockwork, you could set your wristwatch An' the real backbone of hip hop is disc jocks How that sound? How that sound? How that sound? (Yeah, yeah, no doubt, Dilated platform, expansion team) How that sound? Yo, Dilated, no doubt, worldwide connected Come 'cross, me selector
