Clocks Tickin

Can't stop the clocks tickin,

Don't stop the clocks tickin,

Won't stop the clocks tickin.

This my only shot, To run against the clock, I'm not gonna stop until I'm at the top, Writers block is like a nervous twitch, I just can't control this bitch, Soo I'll switch the rhyme I spit, Make em fit then make it flip, Ekam me pilf neht ekam ti tif. Been through so much shit I stink, Felt pain 'till it was a kink, Should probably see a shrink, Don't think, they'd help like a drink, A beer or glass of wine, Fuck it just give me a line, After that I'll feel fine, Murder a rhyme, Admit the crime, Do the time, Become a mime, Settle down have a child n wife, Till the reaper comes with a scythe, N I'll use my tongue as a knife, Uno reverse takin death's life. Go n kill all that I like, Stop right there, syke, Already do that on the mic, We're only startin off the night, Even when at this great height, There is no end within sight, So either do it n do it right, Or try go East by goin West, It's easy take three turns left, Cause the hard way is a test, Maybe that is for the best, We don't know what comes next, Keep my playlist on shuffle, Artists make hits through the struggle, Is it a key piece to this puzzle? Negativity becomes intrusive, Turn it to a positive way to use it, Sparkin my passion for music, I'm not runnin away anymore, I'll sprint straight for that door, Break this clock oh for sure, At least gonna try before, They put me in the floor.

The clocks tickin, keeps tickin, till it stops tickin....