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 (Chorus) 2x