Released on January 1, 2013

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[Verse 1: Maestro J]

These clocks are ticking

And my head is spinning

Now it's winning time on my watch

If you don't believe me nigga just watch

Past 12 bro, I'm prime time

These other niggas is sublime

So we'll grind until diamonds shine

If you're a pussy die nine times


[Verse 2: ODCS]

We fine wine

You sidelines

We know you out there don't try and hide

Pussy get your mind right

You can't even get a high five

I'm all about respect, bitch

You about the limelight

I grip you where your neck is

And I'm about to slide five

You can't see me, 'cause you're too low

Who you were in high school don't mean nothing no more

I will disconnect your fucking neck separate from your skull

If you do not deep throat

Give me head or I'm taking it hoe


[Verse 3: Maestro J]

Shawty stay on my hard head

Vacuum sealed with two lips

A fat ass with no gas, got love handles and thick hips

Uh, drop it on me, yeah I'm riding space ship

That pussy vibrating and I ain't even let bass hit

Sporin still on my knee tho

Still trying to find Leo

In Africa, getting back to ya on wild life Nat Geo

Time can be so evil

Or time can be your hero

Don't let it fade or slip away

'Cause time is up on zeroes


[Bridge: ODCS]

Clockwork (x3)


[Verse 4: ODCS]

So I stand up, pull my pants up

Gotta man up, I can't run

This wasn't in the plan but

I turned out to be sicker than cancer

They foul me but I And 1

In this game we play, I can't be slain

Gaining fame with everything I say

If I aim my flames and slang em at your way

I'll shame your name and disgrace your praise

Fuck around erase your place

I'd love the sound of you crumbling down

To be something down below Satan's place

It's safe to say that today's the day

That I save the game and I save my name

In the hall of fame, it's all the same

When God calls my name it's a holiday


[Verse 5: Maestro J]

Clocked us out on overtime

Reflect on times we didn't have a dime

Or a record label to support my rhymes

Couldn't even shine or drop a line


[Verse 6: ODCS]

But a rapper like me is hard to find

If that's what it takes I'll cross the line

Fucking predator like a shark or lion

And I haven't even really started trying


[Verse 7: Maestro J]

White girl lined like it was your spine

Stay up there like the stars in space

Time keeps moving like a speed drum

And I don't think I can keep the pace


[Verse 8: ODCS]

But I need to say that I'll never quit

I thought that was already evident

Name your best and I'm ahead of it

I'll make anybody's name irrelevant

And I'm not smoking crack I'm selling it

Doing it just for the hell of it

I can't afford to fail to spit

Your sorry rhymes kinda smell a bit

Like a pail of shit that's in jail with 6

Inmates and they have to share the bitch


[Verse 9: Maestro J]

Rhymes don't slip off without a hitch

Up in this bitch no Will Smitch

Fuck Bel-Air I'm the Fresh Prince

I give this dick to lesbians

And they go get they girlfriends

I eat them out it's muy bien

She likes to ride my chinny-chin

Been on this since 2010

Keep a small circle, not many friends

Stay faded like the songs end