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Baseline Corner • AI

Clockwork Tongue

Rap • 2026 • 2:45

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[Intro] Tick tock Jaw lock Hands on the mic Let the gears talk [Verse 1] Snap back, backpack, pads in the flap pack Black ink, click-clack, scratch in the lab trap Fact check, rap math, stackin' the vocab Half step, snap neck, batterin' toe-tags Dash in the dash of adrenaline, I'm ahead of 'em Never let a letter be forever in a sediment I'm levelin' the elegy, I'm meddlin' with medicine I pedal in the venom, every rhetoric is relevant Click in the tongue, I'm a piston Friction, spit shift, gear-driven diction Flip scripts, thin lips, thick rhythm Big glitch, quick twitch in the system Hardwired heart, I start in a spark Chart every bar like a mark on the bark Carve in the carbon, a carving of jargon My argon arcs when I'm barkin' the argot [Chorus] Clockwork tongue, when it runs, don't stall (don't stall) Words spin thin in the wind, then fall Breath like a drum, I'ma beat that wall Too fast for the frame, can you catch that all? Clockwork tongue, let it hum, won't rust (won't rust) Gear teeth grind in the grime, still trust Every tick, every trip, every rush Too quick for your clip, can't hush [Verse 2] I go double on the trouble when I'm coming in a bundle Every syllable is a missile in the middle of your puzzle I'ma riddle with a rhythm then I whittle every little In the brittle to a pebble, then I hit 'em with a shovel Triple in the middle when I scribble in a little Bit of literal and pivotal, I'm livid and I'm civil When I nibble on the limit, I'ma pivot, I'ma spin it Like a pin in a cylinder, I'm fillin' every minute Breath check, chest flex, text in a vortex Fork-tongued flame in the cortex, more vexed Poor next rapper with a bored set Tryna pour next four bars, short breath I don't coast in the lane, I carve it Carbon arc in the dark, I spark it Harsh in the margin, a marsh of jargon March on the bars like a martial sergeant (hey!) [Chorus] [Bridge] Fast hands, fast lips, fast brain, can't quit You blink, I bend time, backbend on the script You chase one phrase, I’m already on six One breath, one run, then I vanish in the mix [echoed] [Chorus]

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