Clockwork chords and lyrics - ROOTS MANUVA

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Ain't [G]nothin but
this uncut croughness I bring
Don't care bout no fide
I do my own [Em]thing
Giving [G]chase in this rat race,
fears [Em]be face
And me be on the case,
proud plus [G]brave
Ready to be taking them drastic measures
Give me my treasure [F]then [G]splurt
Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
I [Em]told you [G]both through,
fight through the bleat
Clench my [Gm]teeth[G]
dweet, enzymes for me
By any which method positivities be
we shepherd
We pounce like left limb leopard
[Em]If you ever see me in the st[G]reet pulling
[Em]brand new [G]good moves
[Gm]You're wrong to [G]confuse me with regular riff-raff,
I I got me cause and calling
Never have I held any love for stalling
[Em]Rush and make [G]haste
You down for [F]re bellion [G]left-handed glove glove
we embrace the [Em]millennium[G]

[Verse 2]
[Gm][Chorus]
Ticka-ticka [G]tock my golden pen
[Em]Scribble 'pon the paper
[G]from yassa to when
[Gm]We drop st[G]yle 'pon
the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well
I [Em]feel the prob[Bb]lem

[Verse 3]
Ain't [Gm]no record that [G]can hold me,
I'm oversized
Ears ever be [F]open to the words of the wise
But [G]there's untold cats on my
corner perpet[Em]rating
Read a few [F]books and now
[F#]their talking
They're [F]looking to con[Gm]vert yours [G]truly,
but I'm unruly
[Em]Plus, for [G]the crew like cooly folk
Mixing up the Guinness with
the raw egg [Em]yolk
'cause it's all about [G]strength while we walk
through the valley of the [Gm]snipe, [G]heathens
Get thee from my sight,
you [Em]cats is ever eager
[G]To preach up in my face when you just
about scrape to know all that [Em]is
How [G]the hell you try to tell
me coca-cola got got [Em]fizz?
I read [Gm]your pamphlet four times,
[G]It don't make sense
You [Em]front like Uri [G]scholar,
[F]shit smells [G]pretence
Yous best get off your horse,
[Em]drink your [G]milk, get the frig out

[Verse 4]
It goes
[G]Ticka-ticka tock tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper
[F]from yassa to [Gm]when
We drop style 'pon the [G]heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I
[Em]feel the prob[Bb]lem

[Verse 5]
[Gm]What the frig makes [G]you
friggers want to frig with this?
Now you fools got me living
with this mental fist
That I wear with knuckledusters, taking
out these frogs in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
[Gm]How would you de[G]scribe this left handed
loony
Toony votoony, dancegate pressure
Heading through the back
door straight to the bar
Then I'm gonna get me some firewater
Then I'm gonna scope out
a young fine daughter
Ah yes, its my wayward nature
Hip to a caper,
soon to have a house with X amount of acre
[Gm]It goes

[Verse 6]
Ticka-ticka tock [G]tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper
from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't [F]dig it well
I feel the prob[Bb]lem

[Verse 7]
[Gm]Ticka-ticka tock [G]tock my golden pen
[Em]Scribble 'pon the [G]paper
from yassa to [F]when
[Gm]We drop st[G]yle 'pon
the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I
[Bb]feel the prob[Em]lem

[Verse 8]
[Gm]Ticka-ticka tock tock my [G]golden [Em]pen
Scribble 'pon the paper
[F]from [Gm]yassa to when
We drop [G]style 'pon the heathens dem
[Em]Those who can't [G]dig it well I [Em]feel the prob[Bb]lem

[Outro 1]
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