Clock of Destiny

(Chorus) 2x

I wonder what people expect to see?

Real Hip-Hop do it till is the death of me

It's not my time on the Clock of Destiny

Long as I'm real then I did it successfully

[Chief Kamachi]

Ayo, the mic is done, early 90's when my hype begun

Bullseye, AK-47 the rifle lung

Ten years later, still stepping the cipher, son

I'm here; underground legend is what the cycle brung

Classic, murder material on the four track

Old school, wheels of steel keeping the four pack

Late night, gang war niggas getting their jaw cracked

Hundred dollar talent show, spitting the raw rap

Give me a mic and a red Philly ball cap

First demo tape in the trash, not a call back

I kept it moving cuz I knew I would break free

Back in the studio, get ready for take three

Gorilla on a mic, little Mach was a straight G

First deal at fifteen, never Christine

Write a rhyme for a Benz, make the wrist gleam

Niggas in the street is stars, I hit the strip CREAM

(Chorus) 2x

[Chief Kamachi]

Yo, I see a big future in music

Hope I got the right mirror

Came up in the Nike era

Tryna be a mic terror

'Follow the Leader' dropped album was a light-bearer

Studied the game, got the slang and my sight clearer

Poster of MC Lyte, I use to write Mira

Ponder my musical genre, its quiet rarer

So I fall back, look at the mall rap

Album ain't sell, people know that I'm all that

Was once told my career would suffer a curse by an Old Ghost

While he was smoking a dust in a hearse

Been around the globe couple times crushing a verse

Fairly unknown, people still in love with the worst

Back to trance, small ass rap advance

They wanna see little Sambo tap and dance

I'm like Tucson teaming up with blacks in France

Kamachi! Still in that classic stance