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"Like Clockwork" (2007)

Clockwork - With machinelike regularity and precision; perfectly.

“When I've gone back to work, it's always with that sense of inevitability. That may be a complete delusion, but it's the one that I need to get out of bed and go about my business. That sense that I can't avoid this thing. I better just get on with it.” - Daniel Day-Lewis

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Time and time again I have to post something I regret
I only keep coming back to show you what lies ahead
On the road to success you flunked your driver’s test
While I passed with flying colors like a rival set
I’m not impressed; all your bars die once their said
Kind of like my echo, you a far cry from the best
Why confess? Nothing you saying has any worth
Sentences rope you in, you hang on my every word
I pray you never return; God, I’m begging you
Like Division II college Basketball, I’m not playing Duke
I’m cutting loose with a knife tucked in under suits
And like Cherry in Planet Terror, I gotta gun-to-boot
I’m so ahead of you that if I battle disabled…
You split-seconds-behind-me like fat children at the kids table
Spit flow all day bitch, you’re still a foe that’s ate quick
If you ‘bananas’ I’m a guerrilla; so you goin’-ape-shit
Now you sure that Gwen Stefani founded this language
So you go to urban dictionary like, ‘how do I say this’?
I’m like clockwork, you all hype like the Y2K glitch
Trying to face it is virtually-impossible like the Matrix
You a wide array of basic, nothing makes a statement
If your Hell-bent-on-greatness I must be raping Satan
You ask who’s the greatest, then led the forum’s debate
You Brokeback Mountain, can’t get your story straight
Y’all can hate, but you jumping quickly on my cock
Because y’all ingrates like bums on a city sidewalk
You be like, “C’mon dog, I aint around your jock”
But you still on my dick if you act like you proud your not
So if you’re the bomb, I’m the bomb shelter, kid
Cuz when you drop beside me nobody can tell you did
Hell with this, if I get under it I’m tearing the skin
Like a fat suit, you fake actors are wearing me thin
You no American Gangster, it’s not drugs you pushin’
The only heroine you bought into was Wonder Woman
You not even a thug, what you represent is far dumber
This is a rhyme scheme, I need your credit card number
You trailing behind the lead trying to find your style
So I bring you up to speed like a Nascar driver’s child
If we stage a performance, you’re walking into silence
I get more bra’s thrown at me than talking with Hawaiian’s
Until we battle in real life, pucker up and blow me
I freestyle, you freeze-tile; you must’ve gotten cold feet
I know… you think I’m too weak to view this instant
That’s okay… you can wait a week or two to click it
That way, you’ll convince yourself that you are different
And not just a stupid victim of your superstitions
Whatever you envision, I’m writing something better
My mind’s warped like time warps, I’m on another level
The cash you fags steal is a go for broke adventure
Cuz I know that-’chu’-aint-real like old folks with dentures
You sound nothing but whack, it’s the show that delivers
So you wound-up-in-the-back like old action figures
Rappers shoot to kill, you can act through your guilt
But that wound-is-still-doctored like the Zapruder film
Take what I‘ve taught you; but don’t lie, why bother?
Time alters and gives you away like a bride’s Father
Einstein was correct, I’ll be coming back in a month…
Time exists so that everything doesn’t happen at once.