Clocked In

Intro

Time card stamped.

3:00 AM.

Everybody sleeping...

I'm at work.

Verse 1

I'm clocked in, locked in, mind on a mission,

Writing with precision, a different division,

The pen got a purpose, the verses are surgical,

Breaking the surface with perfect execution.

I'm building a blueprint with intricate details,

A lyrical arkuhtect bending the steel rails,

They copy the image but miss the intelligence,

I'm putting the evidence right in the syllables.

I don't just rap, I calculate patterns,

The cadence is craft-ed, the placement is magic,

A student of legends but making my chapter,

I'm turning the pages and changing the standard.

They want a comparison? Put me beside them,

I'm bringing the pressure, the numbers divide them,

A diamond in rough, but the rough never hid me,

The grind was the fire that sharpened the vision.

Verse 2

I'm on overtime, overdrive, over the ordinary,

Every line I deliver is more than a summary,

Buried in metaphors, hidden discoveries,

Dig through the words and uncover the currency.

I'm carving a path where the pavement was missing,

Painting a picture with dangerous precision,

The rhythm is rigid, the structure is different,

I'm building a kingdom with words as the bricks.

My mind is a workshop, the booth is the furnace,

The pressure creates what the world calls a purpose,

They want the reward but avoid the rehearsal,

They want the crown but don't study the circle.

I made every setback a part of the formula,

Turned every failure to fuel for the motor,

The clock was the teacher, the time was the tutor,

Now every second is making me sharper.

Verse 3

Triple T on the track like a storm in a forecast,

Forecast the impact before I perform that,

More than a rapper, I'm proving the format,

Breaking the mold that they thought I was born at.

No shortcuts, no luck, no handouts involved,

I built from the ground while they waited to fall,

The difference between us is simple to solve:

I answered the call when nobody called.

The clock keeps ticking, I keep on improving,

The room stays empty, I keep on producing,

They measure success by the things that are showing,

I measure success by the growth they don't notice.

Time card stamped, now the shift is completed,

The work speaks louder than anything tweeted,

Triple T arrived and the message repeated:

The game needed waking — I was the reason.