Jay_Squared - Inside the Clocktower

I've been counting clocks daily ya know
This shit is crazy ya know
CL was talking bout cha
You fugazi ya know.

I've never played on a roll
Mode sorta monopoly
Child's play, like play doe
Hand crafted like Socrates

I never copped a plea
Look at the flick of the wrist
No rolly
But I know you watching me

When I'm dropping my shit
Right on you on ya shoulder blade
Homie With that aerial view
I'm outside on the avenue,
Sneezing with the heaviest flu

Influenza,
Influential with my pencil
And it's essential
That I write mental on a tempo

This from the temple.
I'm Teaching Bhudda to my kenfolk
Learning Japanese,
And trying to make my family providential

But I am not exemptful
For you guys hitting the snooze on me
Show up to local shows with Golden
Yeah, You know, the army?

Walk into the venue
And nobody seems bats an eye
Then I go clown on the mic
And everybody's losing y'all minds like

Why he do dem lo-fi songs
He got no jewelry on
He must be from Southfield
Lie bout the D in dem songs

What he be on i know
His brain cluttered from the fog
Writing bout dem clocks in his songs
Man, you must be out cho mind dog!
You must be out cho mind dog
You must be out cho mind dog

Shit! You buggin!

You did that shit with atlas
And that shit was crazy
Heard that shit with tomppa
And that shit was crazy
Curtis Roach yo cousin too?
That shit be crazy
Now you work with Autumn Keys
That shit is crazy

No, This shit is lightwork
That hating shit don't work
Dirty like the Michigan River
But flowing like a geyser

Rapping forever bitch
Till my fucking windpipe hurt
And if Don't feel the bite
Then feel the venom of this viper

This writer fire,
It's Ironic that his father a firefighter
I'm Mr. TURN THE FUCK AROUND
If you walking into the cypher

Competition tend to get vicious
Whenever I talk my nonsense
And this is me at my calmest
You know I tend to be conscious

I feel like music is more than soothing
This shit is more than music
I only did this shit for Jason,
Cuz he told me to go stupid.

And I only fuck with Dust and Golden
With precision of a laser
Keep your eye to the sky and clock
Like you're I, the Star Gazer.

In March. The beat go off?

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