[Verse 1]
Some didn't know that Clin could chill out
In time my frame would fill out
Haven't sold many records so I
Keep tellin myself I'm no sell out

I shop for vinyl, drop lines in style
Got beats in piles
I'm so blood thirsty that I just spit viles
Trails for miles

I'm down with radical cause
And question definitions of probable cause
Don't mess with prodigal politics
When it comes to stocks and wars

And all those bottles that I would drink
Had to give it up, now it's gone
Had to develop another rappin style
Had to just get up and now I'm back for a while

Got a release, a little EP for you,
Smokin it up and watchin CB4
Grip the bic, inject ink so sick
I'm hip to shit that gives off that stink

I could rap flowers for hours
Embarrass the sourness cowering
Under my feet, I will repeat
I'm not gonna retreat, keep getting deep

And turn those pickles to pickled beets
I rap over them, and they will see
A map showin them how to be free
Not how to me, arouse you like Cialis

And I see Alice come to me one night
Give a flash of my left ring finger
Fitted with a silver ring from my lovely lady
Sit back, relax and enjoy these phrases

[Verse 2]
16 bars, 16 bars, bite one of my lines
End up with 16 scars
It's not that serious, look at Clinical's drive
They don't know quite what gear he is

No pantomime, when I'm on my rant rhyming
Got cancer climbin, look at my sample's timin
It is clearly driving this damn assignment

Unravel my tongue like a red carpet
Head to head's where I wanna start my heart gets
Blood pumpin, my gut is rumblin
Got a fuck all stuck and stumblin

Cause he sucks but he won't stop mumbling
20 bucks says he won't stop pummeling
With the words that'll make or break you
Done on take 2, Clinical break thru

Takin your finicky, cynical shit away
Tricky with remedies, lips sticky from the Heavenly nectar
That I am spitting all day
Getting all gray cause I'm getting old saying that a Clinical track,
Yep is good for your brain
Stick a thermometer, hit em phenomenal, I'm a bit a Mohammed Ali, and that is insane

What I say is plain as rain on African plains, I'm not for that fame
I'm out for that pang, pang in the heart that went bang bang right, right From the start.
See I'm kinda dangerous, a gladiator, monster in the attic with strangers
And I'm a gladly cater to no rapper's flavor, just cause they're famous

[Verse 3]
This is sicker than a 'hit that ass, click clack blast, big fat blunt smoke rap
That's cashin in on those formulas that keep seepin into those cochleas
I'm baskin on top of those patios, to listen to some college radio
Cause too many mainstream radio waves will assimilate you like daily

It's all just a fad like the Paleo diet, maybe I'll buy it
Then again maybe I'll just stick a fuckin knife in my left eye socket
Strap my tongue to a mother fuckin rocket
I lock it, and pocket the key, cause no wack rapper's gonna cop it from me
The secret's believing and not bein meek
You be you, cause you're not bein me, stop copyin me

The cigarette burnin your feathers, the minute you turn I'm a get it
Usurpin the senate with purpose embedded in
Certain kinetic linguistic features, rip shit preacher

Stay cool and calm cause I need you
When the needle drops believe you me
I'll heave n ho til the people go
Obscene at my show and streak-ah

That's Clinical, needs dental and medical
Spit so strong that his teeth broke
But that's minimal, I once totaled a rental
Spit til I got my steering wheel soaked

With a crash, bang suck a predicament
Up in the thick of it, thinkin I like the stink of it
I'm on the bring of it, don't even think of it
Dynamite, saw me lickin on the tip of it