Lyrics
RESET THE CLOCK
Verse 1
|The only heart I have is distorted, the styrofoam cup filled supported it followed by the 40.|Things I like about you intoxicated by the rolled up stick and prometh, full gravity just ride to this.|Sin in the past so I keep it under wraps but the weight of the problem has me opposite of fast.|Committed a sin in the past so I keep it underwraps but the weight of the problem has me opposite of fast.|But the hustle is groundbreaking making faces big watch for imitation, clock grip on the street without fakin.|Hard-hitting anti-bullshitting, mafia gang of wigsplittin' all in one sittin' committin' and admittin'.|Surrealism so get drunk with me, think a minute repeat track number three.|So get high with me, think a minute repeat track number three.
CHORUS
Pop the top, play the tape and reset the clock, at home gettin dome or you're bleeding the block.|This might be some other shit if you hate a pop track, but I decided to put a hook in so you can relax. (repeat once)
Verse 2
Sittin in this motel with this southwestern bell, oak finish complexion, cool water for women smell. |Now with this cup I persist to pour up the ill shit, got tired of critics so I created the ill sick.|Caught the bus the other day and seen a suited man take the brother's life, and he didn't even have a gun or a knife.| Times stay crazy while I roll this cut and slang sacks, on the curb freakin' a black from the knap sack back pack.| Got in cause there's no need for alarm, old clock in my pocket for a good luck charm.| Bout to go insane at a feverish pace, bout to go to the chop so the ride gets laced.| Hope ya life it...keep it on play, sorry politician, got you pavement prone schedule your own mortician. |Edited nope I run beats classic ntural energy you talk shin kickin' what the hell you people tellin' me?
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Verse 3
|(Love is life)What the fuck it last forever for things turned hella crazy after I wrote this flow.|Neva hatin' tho am I really gettin to you, you there...while I got 'em on spook.|Some think it's in a message but I have no wife only married to one thing and it's this rap life.|Some think it's in a cut but what else is next, some think it's in an AK, Uzi or a Tech.| It's a delusion that a person differs from another, some think it's in a mother or even a motherfucka.|And the best of all is the one involving faith, the smallest amount can prove you wrong knowin' that it's too great.|It can exist in anything that you think it can be, but then it stops when they actin like ya enemy.| My mind, make it right, don't go blind, forget how I do the words read between the line no tellin' what fools gon find.
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POEM
Frosting waves at a winter's loss but you call it touchy-feely, Poetry is not a trend, live to this music, sit back freely.....(foretelling isn't it?)
FADE
SMOKE IT DOWN 2 DA FILTAH
BRIDGE
We smoke it, we smoke it, we smoke it, we smoke it, we smoke it, we smoke it down, down. They smoke it, he smoke it, she smoke it, we smoke it, we smoke it,we smoke it,we smoke it down, down. I smoke it, I smoke it, I smoke it, you smoke it, you smoke it, you smoke it yo!!!!
Verse 1
Cigarette butts in a bottle cap, whithered flowers, a musty smell on the streets from rain showers.|As soon as I pick up a book I skim thru it, Double-check a page deep enough to swim thru it. |I clogged my mind with a bunch of words, searchin' for a lighter hearin sounds of birds.|I stares at the page and the same words change,lookin' at the sky but the clouds look strange. |The room rearranges at every slow turn, lite anotha square just to watch it slowly burn.|Inside-out, four-cornered, vase faces, wood-grained eyes in the middle of a space.| I watch TV screens but the picture looks strange, cause it's up side down, still the room rearranges. |Didn't end rite there I hear a mumblin' voice, turnin' on my radio to my song of choice. (smoke it down ,down)
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All my people in the back o
