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    "Check the Clock" Lyrics

    J. Rawls

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    Yo I refuse to lose even though I'm battered and bruised
    They tried to black my third eye but I still come through
    Crushin' the lactose rapper, shoot with accuracy
    Conscious cat that's dapper, yo it has to be me
    But enough about myself 'cause situations are real
    Too many young cats be doing raw deals, you feel?
    Getting caught with the tools of the trade
    The plan is laid plus the trap
    Been set, we ain't figured this yet
    Still paper chasing ignoring the fight that we facing
    No love for the ignorant, it's called playahating
    Playas stay hated when they oughta be educated
    Ego deflated, leave them lies unstated yo
    We descendants of kings and queens
    Instead of fodder for the cop scenes, know what I mean?
    Can't form teams if we ain't thinkin alike
    That's why you can feel my thoughts when I'm gripping this mic
    Born to get right, born to be a part of the fight
    Crushing negative auras with my positive light
    Standing strong like David with his sling and his stone
    It's official, the Prodigal Son has come home

    Ayo I claim throne like Persian kings
    My urban theme is to keep my culture pure
    And untampered like virgin queens
    Never splurging cream
    When I stack I'm merging dreams
    Into one plan, rappers getting this green's an urgent thing
    Number one on the list, no need to front on this shit
    It's a blessing I don't have to vic with the gun on the hip
    Got enough ice in the freezer, don't need none on the wrist
    Just trees and more Henny, that's how I come in this bitch
    Just like y'all man, I just wanted to flip
    And hear myself on the air gettin spun in the mix
    See you runnin the risk
    Tryin to challenge J-S-A, N-D-S
    Yo Grap, these nigga envious?
    I'm like the friendliest
    Love and peace to any with
    The same back to me, that beef shit is wack to me
    Because actually I find out the facts to be
    That if you have beef, it's to the death naturally
    And don't nobody wanna die over dumb shit
    So don't front on me because of who I run with
    We gotta teach these kids to say no to beef to live
    Not by words, but by actions we can repeat the shit
    Our brothas killing brothas
    Because it only leads to one dead, one in jail
    And another story to tell

    It goes hip hop, shoo bop doo wop
    Put a hook on your mind and check the clock
    And just do it, and just do it
    And you know you got to just do it

    It goes hip hop, shoo bop doo wop
    Put a hook on your mind and check the clock
    And just do it, and just do it
    And you know you got to just do it

    Free your mind and define what is true to you
    Hold your plan tight, something like paper to glue
    I keep it fool proof, set up a base for my youth
    When it's all done, she's flying helly's off of roof
    Big plans now, working my product against demand now
    Takin breath before I take my steps
    Now that I'm ready, I execute with great precision
    On mission with Sands makin proper decisions

    That are critical, Razor Sharp like Bobby Digital
    Political, in all angles we stay pivotal
    Original, MC smooth individual
    I'm down for Rawls, never wanna see my nigga pitiful
    Ridicule, I do not, that's just my physical
    The one who stared and played the judge and life is the fool
    The plan is lyrical, we all just need to get along
    And that's the formula of the song
    Grap L-U-V in, Sands I'm MCing
    While J. Rawls got the funky drums beating, check it out

    It goes hip hop, shoo bop doo wop
    Put a hook on your mind and check the clock
    And just do it, and just do it
    And you know you got to just do it

    It goes hip hop, shoo bop doo wop
    Put a hook on your mind and check the clock
    And just do it, and just do it
    And you know you got to just do it
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Jason Rawls, Jermaine Sanders.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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