Nolan Chapman - Clockers lyrics

[Intro] What the f** we on (get live) What the f** we on (1,2 1,2) Live n***as only, n***a... Whack n***as fall to the f**ing back [background chatter] Detroit in this motherf**er, holding it down Detroit, what's the word? (x2) [Verse 1] Counterfeit n***as never prosper, the daily mantra Word to Mikey, this a f**ing virus Verbal science, kiss the diamond & respect your highness Position is that of Osiris, n***a I'm in a state of supremacy, f** who's near to me I'm confident, humble when receiving compliments But on the low (I know I got some sh**) sh**, spoken like a chief & played even better Shame on you if you ain't heard the crew or met us, n***as trendsetters And I ain't talking fashion, y'all can have it I'm talking microphone madness, causing havoc You can track us through creative actions but Never lap us in the brackets, we top seed holding b**hes looking like disposal, here's a proposal Just play your part like you're supposed to And everything could be kosher & licit, my n***a listen This sh** ain't built for everybody, no need to copy Just find your lane & play it proudly, it's simple [Hook] Cuz we're poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars Put publishing on your product or you're getting nada Cuz we're poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars Put publishing on your product or you're getting nada Cuz we're poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars Put publishing on your product or you're getting nada Cuz we're poetic clockers, compositions turn into dollars Put publishing on your product or you're getting nada Cuz we're poetic clockers (x2) [Verse 2] Ay yo, we're cla**y rhymers, foreign platters served at Katana's Fantasizing several commas with evil rooted dollars Ghetto knowledge, for words, we profit, fill up the pockets Wallets & Nike sneaker boxes, no other options, yo No need for accountants, we're counting Any amounting, stash the cash in the couch will be the forte n***a, f** what you say, handle mine upon the regey [regular] Me & my peoples blowing heavy, swishers only & we don't f** with reggies Superior motives, dream of being more than local, sh** Through the vocals, we're just trying to go gold Viewing rapping as the avenue, gross the revenue Movements is only of seminal, never minimal Habitually spitting rhythmic spirituals with the generals Like-minded n***as who think original One goal's in particular, to triumph rather than die young We just want to clock a mill before our time come [Hook] Word up [continuous background chatter]