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clockworc - the menu lyrics

[verse 1: clockworc]
i’m sharper than a bayonet, i ain’t gotta flex
you a wooden spoon, dull as f_ck and absolutely harmless
hard_pressed, you’ll probably turn to fresh_squeezed b_tch juice
you fish food, know your role when sharks roll through
i’m a testament that you could be less than excrement
achievin’ excellence and peace after pestilence and defeat
’cause well, i ain’t no tweetery, i’m eatin’ off my l’s
and everything feelin’ just like heaven ’cause i’ve been to h_ll
diggin’ up all of the graves i laid my memories, reminds me
energy is more important than anything ever said to me
questioning and checking numbers, what the chemistry is
how i bob and weave, if i get hit then i ain’t movin’ properly
and that’s accountability (accountability?)
that’s right, my mini me’s, i had to go and say it twice
go ‘head, jot the recipe and please heed the advice
and know that yesterday’s price is not todays price

[chorus: clockworc]
so long, i’ve been layin’ dormant in the cut
so long to anyone who isn’t going up
so long, there ain’t no curtains closin’ on my venue
you ain’t sittin’ at the table then you probably on the menu
so long, i’ve been layin’ dormant in the cut
so long to anyone who isn’t going up
so long, there ain’t no curtains closin’ on my venue
you ain’t sittin’ at the table then you probably on the menu
[verse 2: clockworc]
i’m gonna be fashionably late and wavin’ while i’m flyin’ past
y’all ain’t built to last, playin’ petty cash, y’all ain’t really bad
just a passing fad to a classic man
son of sam, summer’s never endin’
meltin’ fakes like eddie van
hailin’ to a b_tch basic
turned the [six aces?] to a rich without the famous or the cl!ckbaitin’
now i’m dictatin’, y’all just d_ck tastin’
out of a twistin’ at the tit of another faceless corporation
you in the red, it ain’t out of the blue
blacken the roots, truly higher caliber proof
they load the blanks and then they tell you “go and shoot for the moon”
they’re riggin’ the game and makin’ a play when all the steaks is well_down and chewed
so i’ma move on from all the smooth talk and hoopla
stack my moola, be lobbin’ ooh la
and i’ma do it with a smile even though i’m nothin’ nice
and know that yesterday’s price is not todays price

- clockworc

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