JT Stone - Clock in (Intro)

I keep having this dream, right
And in it
I'm just pounding away at this
Anvil with a hammer
You know
Shaping a sword
Like they did in the old days
Like, uh
Preparing to head off to a
Battle I'm not sure I can win
Uh, but I just keep hammering
And then this
Music starts playing
And I just float up into the sky
And fly away
Huh, weird

Jump
I'm the man
Had a bit a doubt about
Whether or not I can
Move on past the difficulties
Here and withstand
Sinking in the bustle of life
Like quicksand
So I rap like blam
Blow up on the spot
Like blam
Pulling trigger shots
Like blam
Everybody like
Damn
Nigga gone ham
Unaffected by the racists
Ignoring Uncle Sam
He just want up in
My pockets
But I'm broke
Too broke
I ain't got a dime to spend
I swear my grind so sprockets
I'm a happy lil' bloke
JT make a rhyme a trend
And I've searched the
World wide over
Looking so hard to find
The folks who feel my songs
And will sing along
And bring me luck
Like a 4-leaf clover
Now work like

Yeah
Time to clock in
Make the money
Cause they asking
Where the rock been
Pay the cover
Cause the club so moshing
Tick-tocking
All the homies at the pad
Been sloshing
But the niggas running shit
Say we need those bucks
If we trying to play a concert
And give no fucks
But I'll be the judge of that
I'm still young and black
And wild
Like I run with a wolf pack
Whoa

Nigga

Written by:
Thomas Barker

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