Letra de 'Clockwise' de Bizzy Bone

-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
(Breaker Breaker One Nine...) Breaker Breaker Breaker. Breaker Breaker One Nine. We're about to land. (There's only one true God.) We are global now, worldwide. (In the name of our lord, Jesus Christ.) Takin' over their nearest radio stations, their television stations. They're gonna hear us whether they like it or not. It's the brain!
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
Gettin' ready for the warfare, hustle in the struggle as we roll up in the kitchen, double minded, you feelin' me? All the drama, harmony, what? Is it a problem that we got 'em in a rhyme in time... I'm a sol- sol- sol- soldier (Yeah.) And the world, it keep revolvin' -volvin'
-Lil Vipa-
I'm ready for the warfare, strapped at all times/ One hand on my money, other hand on my nine/ Your man come through, I take a bite out of crime/ I put a dime on this line, H Faktor I signed/ You better recognize game, listen up when I'm speakin'/ In other words, get your notebook cause I'm preachin'/ I caught you in your nose, man, you must've been reachin'/ Since I'm for life, here's the Kleenex; Clean yourself cause you're leakin' (Tick Tock. Tick Tock.) Ha ha! Yeah. Ready for the warfare? Do it, Bizzy.
-Chorus-
-Baby Phil-
Man, these niggas is ready for warfare; Bring it on/ I got that chrome with the seventeen shot/ Ready to put these hot ones up in your body cause you gon' feel this hot steel/ For real, niggas is chillin' in this fuckin' battlefield/ Get your soldiers, nigga, just bring 'em on/ Marchin' for war/ Ya'll ready for battle, motherfuckers, niggas done gone too far/ We ready to do this nigga, just get your click/ Niggas, I got my dues/ We ready to shoot up your crib and put this in your body/ Boom! Boom! (Tick Tock. Tick Tock.)
-Chorus-
-Lil Vipa-
I'm humble in the jungle lookin' for a stranger/ Crooked ass cats, straighten up; I'll rearrange ya/ Bizzy Bone gon' stain ya/ Rap game; I bring danger/ Shoot the bad guys like I'm Walker Texas Ranger/ My adrenhiline rush cause my album gon' rock/ I sooth your soul like the menthol outta Newport rocks/ I'm well talented too, I ride the rays by the dot/ Piss me off, I keep tickin' like the hands on the clock/ Ha ha! (Tick Tock. Tick Tock.)
-Chorus-