We getting' ready, to start the set      It's clockwork, got work   Put it in like doctors with awkwardness   Mopped your whole flock up   And walked toward ya   Scattered all up on the chalkboard   Socrates self is thoughtless   From farmers to Metropolis   I get these process all twisted   Form mental visual optics   My job description rock wiz   Clock ticks   I'm toxic giving oxygen to the thoughtless    Intoxicant knocking the planet off it's axis    Like oxes chappin(?)   Boxing compin (?) it up out though   Peepin it loose   Seeped in to you   Begin in to the outro      MC is what I be about though   The freshest widow without though   I can outflow   Any little doubt   Your little mouth throw out so   Take it out though   So I'm a gardener   I'm a chef eatin all you carnivores   I'm an ancient Zen master philosophic thought    Comin like the Art of War   Handyman with lyrical hardware   And my house ain't made a ginger   But its made of an array of pages that'll slay ya like a ninja   Unemployed, no, I got work   And my job description   A rap technician   From sun up to sun down   And it's clockwork      Can you understand?   Every beat be made with sucker DJ's plus scissors and tape      Can you understand?   Lyrics that I write will put you in sound out of sight      Can you understand?   Master of scratching yes is he the one slippin    Or is he the real captain?      Can you understand?   The way we rock keep runnin for a record around the clock      Grabbin the mic and unravelin with   The force of a javelin hit   Travelin Gift of Gab and I'm it   MC's are havin a fit   A man and a myth with a hat of magical tricks stored in my cabina-ne