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lirik lagu smiley gatmouth - clock punchers ii (feat. malo)

[intro: smiley gatmouth]
n-a-s-t
why you tryin’ to test me
fully orally tryin’ to school me you all impress me to sh-t
i make your skin crawl
i am no berlin wall
thicker in knowledge than the blood flowing within y’all

[verse 1: smiley gatmouth]
i watched homie go from spitting from the heart
and k!lling sh-t to sipping liquor, livin’ in the park
his first sip was bitter as the winter in the dark
but it hit him like a pistol whip, it spit his lips apart
him and his affiliates a’shivering they marched
through the city, sifting litter for a cigarette to spark
this is no coincidence
victims are a part of a system that’s insidious
kindling the spark to a flame
he’s indigenous to living in its mark
order every citizen to witness this embark on a
minutes-quick decision while the chivalrous’ll start throwing nickels
the penniless toss hideous remarks
but with cognitive dissonance the difference isn’t stark
what is this america if it isn’t ours?
the other day i saw his bars whittled in the bark
of a tree feeling reminiscent, stricken with the sharps
and some missing being kids again
but it’s been a minute since
we were little in the sense innocence was ours
the nature of the threat ain’t as blatant as a razor to your neck
but dots the major in the ways that they connect
[malo]
(major in the ways that they connect)
(major in the ways that they connect)
(they connect)
(major in the ways that they connect)
(major in the ways that they connect)
(they connect)

[verse 2: smiley gatmouth]
there really isn’t much limiting us
except for livin’ to the rhythm of a limited bus
and the filterless, pleuritic lip which filling the cup
and the empty half when and if it isn’t enough
and the images the television’s giving to us
of what an innocent civilian and criminal does
who’s a citizen and which wrists are fitted for cuffs
and the penny stacked diligently, buildings encrusted
with gold thrones and gl-ss ceilings and the lingering touch
of the finger tips that keep the disc spinning as such
picking what the stylus skips and what isn’t discussed
who sleeps with the fishes
who sits with the ducks
and for whom specifically the liberty was
if you’re lucky you will it you’ll make a k!ller with us
and either way you get it all, it still isn’t enough
politics and corrupt become synonyms but
free markets need targets when the pistols erupt
systems live within the minute-quick decisions that thrust
us between living it up and giving a f-ck
drop pickin’ in the midst of his adrenaline rush
see it’s never been as simple as just them against us

[outro: smiley gatmouth]
clock punchers got time
got numbers got grind
got hunger got mind
not gonna not shine
not gonna not climb to the top
not gonna not clock in
not gonna get got
got guns i got mine
got nines i got glocks
not gonna not c-ck it
i got it unlocked
not gonna admit
i’m honestly stuck
i f-cked up
gonna need lottery luck

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