Lyrics

[Hook] When the clock strikes twelve All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf With both shoes included Duress with little movement No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music When the clock strikes twelve All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf With both shoes included Duress with little movement No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music [Verse 1] Floorin' ya, aura to create Oracles deflate, oratorical weight of weightlessness As I defy gravitational law, deny that you're waitin' them for When nor was I, strip your disguise with my eyes, no contact Not surprised that you despise reality, pressing for fantasy sessions As perfection's approachin' me gradually Actually, when you combine Blueprint and I mathematically The light of the wisdom splits prisms, giving a log rhythm, it's the dog in 'em Makin' him fetch the next bone thrown by the master Causing universal disaster when clones break from earth's plaster Stereotype-caster with a phony, the only Stereo mic master, lonely at the top of the food chain, stoppin' a fool's reign Solely for the purpose of making a hip-hop purchase Worthless desist, and with this goal, I disperse a mist of flow script To expose the limpness of your wrist See bliss exists within this shell of flesh As a mesh of life and death Give me life or death and either one, I'll have the reciprocal While you have what's given to you Don't wait for what's left to write to give into you 'cause in that time [?], you've taken and I've given a few Gettin' your crew is infeasible, and as far as me pleasing you, kill it I write for my own ears if that's all my sound is pleasing to Take that to your memory bank as a deposit And withdraw thoughts to taint illogic Here alone you a project with interest so you can take some Who cares if you take offense? I'll throw you and your crew over the fence Wipe your mental slate clean and leave no fingerprints But you spittin' one of my writtens is evidence in a sense so take that to the judge And I'll take your blood in exchange for mud, the same value a change, right? You're left with your breath in one hand, mic in the other Smother [?], gotta drop either or, chose which one you needed more Now you're death on a mic device While I splice life, what would I write to illuminate the night and bring insight? [Hook] When the clock strikes twelve All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf With both shoes included Duress with little movement No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music When the clock strikes twelve All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf With both shoes included They rest with little movement No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music [Verse 2] As you can see, this track is scolding so I went for a swim And urinated in your gene pool 'cause I couldn't hold it Contaminate before bladder burst You're the one cursed so shatter first I implore you as a chatterbox in a hearse, I ignore you [?] a new plateaus of being A human orifice from which what I speak emits and you kiss left cheek of anal core My advice, you don't score, in fact you Get a point two deduction for lack of skill on your triple axle I'm nice with mic script life Bring you to a place where I drop twice and you drop singles for Ice Mountain Mingle with break beats, words flirt with loops, it takes sweet Fragrance, scoop track up, carry rapper with a threshold [?] Instantly intimacy breeds offspring Engineered to bleed pins walking directionless Now you're impressed with this talking Effortless expression of jovial intensity combined with my known arsenal of lingual weaponry Simultaneously engulfing emcee particles Spittin' spontaneously, splittin' minds angrily with rhyme faithfully Time waits for no man so I'm exempt You wimps hold hands in battles for strength But still, you're rattled by my flow span I don't have time for playing I assassinate characters to exaggerate the barriers of their rappin' rate You're trapped in fate with no escape Scarier than a disaster date, rhymes I'm blendin' 'em With pendulums to decapitate, when I get radical with Tactical, biological warfare, strategic positioning Before attack, adapt the syntax and more rare Deliveries from esophagus to the lymphs Make prime rib of an optimist Transform physical with [?] lyrical patterings Splattering ass storms hittin' you Gather in matter in clouds of atoms Gathering, gather in matter in clouds of atoms [Hook] When the clock strikes twelve All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf With both shoes included They rest with little movement No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music When the clock strikes twelve All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf With both shoes included To rest with little movement No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music