I.O.D. - Melting Clocks & Baby Steps lyrics

[Verse 1] I see them clocking my pockets, I best pocket stress Before your homie ends up pocketless, apocalypse All the fame and the success is on the come up This good music 'bout to bring a cruel summer Her p**y tun up like the volume when they play my sh** Bumping through your beats puffing loud from a Jamaican strip Wack rappers, Jamaican me sick 4/20 friendly, acting like it ain't deadly But you can't even breath through 5 minute medley f** it, Here's another melody No empathy for the enemy, Jealousy is the penalty And dreadfully that ruins my longevity I'm so scenic, I seen it before these birds played it Your flows bulimic and your whole style's regurgitated Wack n***as acting like you Tumblr famous You a real life nobody, the beats the flow body, Lawd [Verse 2] So stellar, Beast without the hype I do it acapella Ima beast without the mic So best believe we feasting out tonight Despite the slight delight I feel I'm stopping for no one cause this sh** is real I'm... Will Smith-ing it Your just hitchhiking Dig holes, Ig hoes, Igniting The kid lightning damn I'm moving to fast Bloggers hold your flash I don't wanna whip your a** now I'm cracking crackers with the crack again People really think my name's a f**ing acronym Riding in the same whip Michael Jack was in And we bout to bring him back and turn him black again Yea you know a, She constrict the boa I snap that a** back snapback got the T.O.A.H Thoughts of a grown up I told them not blink Black American Pharaoh bout to buy my a** a sphinx [Verse 3] If your money getting shorter You should go and see a shrink Barney's was imaginary now we wearing minks Purple greens of that THC The Chronic got me wondering how Dre got a Ph.D I be looking like the one and only Brooklynite Walking in my shell toes 'bout to raise hell New car, New god flow, Didn't need the smell Billionaire boy this sh** is Pharell Try to k** me in the beginning just to love me in the end I just focus on the winning I don't focus on no spins How a youngin' now stuntin' when he never had nothing Man it's all in the construction like a f**ed up pair of tims I need a renaissance broad with the henna on the arm Higher echelon bars, Spenders with no splendor Thats mixxy with no blender Thats p**y with no gender And they tryna get high Fry with no bender?