Phantom Planet - Clockwork lyrics

If I was to sit down and actually write out a list Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution They play their caps backwards still saying wack words No power to (durhust) just a few yes men Raising the question of who gave you a contract They should be fired youre officially retired I see you make a little cash and start showing your a** You get laced up with j**els your crews acting like fools Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard Thinking youre the white hot man of the hour But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour Back in 89 PE fought the power and in 86 Big Daddy Kane was raw And I was right there on the first floor of the Palladium You never played a venue local college or a stadium A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession To earn this is a blessing This sk**s have me guessing learn cause Im testing Follow this down no question No doubt check it out You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is Built on lies dont apologize Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall And theyll all take a piece just like the Berlin wall And place it on their mantle like a souvenir And what they call a knick-knack is really your career Chorus You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow When its time to rise Ill open the archives When you be in dreams you got 85s Chrome down with the leather package You got a home of your own Youre holding acres I got it made Season tickets to the Knickers and the Lakers Playing both coasts closed and European festivals Crowd scream decibels x2 In your ear you wanna make rapping your career From Arkansas to Minnesota I sell out the quota I be the wet dream making cream for promoters We keep the sh** right we dont be starting no fights And he wont hold out my dough cause Im a put out his lights And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved We show love they show it back all problems solved You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump But I aint quitting till Im sh**ting on Donald Trump When you socialize with other MCs And boast your rhymes to company enemies And in any cases that feel is what you want ??? You want to make money money and take every honey Rap charges aint funny but it boost your career Your penile style is now hanging from a tier Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers Now your a** outta here the rap game goes on