XYNO
CLOCKWORK INDIGO Lyrics
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Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so
Never move like a payroll okay, there it go
If money be the dream, my nigga stay lucid
If pussy be your hustle mami
Keep that thing juicy
While Vegas was built off the money of losers
For paper I shoot marvelous, Stanley Kubrick
Benjamin Franklin, my guardian angel
If I see Jesus I'm taking his halo
So I can pawn it and make a few pesos
He who your starve with
Your team will be stable
Pass me the OE, pass me a tab
Pass me a blunt, I won't pass that shit back
Pass me a gat and a ski mask
I click clack, rat tat tat give me that cash
Throw Diddy's check book and
I'll sign an autograph
47, mac elevens and there no limit (Body)
This is World War 3 is you ready? (Doubt it)
My wallet gone buzz, never snoozed up
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so
Never move like a payroll okay, there it go
This alarm got me turned up plenty
Want to be the shit but
The world won't love me hit my jack
Then 20 minutes imma' hit you back
Count a stack, money made everyday
Niggas paying ransom notes
But only real niggas taking chances, yo
No longer 16's, I'm free
I freestyle to appease the peace
And you can freestyle but you need some beats
My performance hella rich and rewarding
And I can't compete when niggas is not all in
Good lord, boy gotta get a new crew
Looking real confused dog
I don't want to lose you
No woman want a nigga with no money
I'm all in her while she layin' on her tummy
Now I'm gon bust, now I'm gon bust
My vision is distant is music my drug?
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so
Never move like a payroll okay, there it go
Know what you in for
Young gods in your temple
Pull up with the squad, what's the word ho
Plotting on the burb with
The Fibonacci curves though
I'm Stefan, you Urkel
A snake to a gerbil, woah (LAWD)
Presently the Pres
Don't make a nigga get a urge or
Be the day you be dessert
Puffin on some herbs now I'm
One with the earth
Top Gun Tom Cruise watch a nigga go berserk
Uh build the proper spliff
Heighten consciousness, don't be counterfeit
Use your mind a bit, word of the wise but i
Still will profit chips
Surf on this tide we the truth
(we got you kid)
Stone Gemini tight flows like a tie
Light strokes on your wife still
A nigga make her cry
Golden inside we were chose so lets ride
Keep your smoke blowing high
Rep the coast til I die I
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so
Never move like a payroll okay, there it go
I ain't gon lie, these niggas move funny
Zombie
Motherfucker fill the hunger in my belly
I ain't on my celly 'less
Im talkin' bout some money
Nigga acting kind of funny leave
Him missing like Sunday
Brake boy, smoking shot for my day boy, A1
Smoke is strong than I blaze son
Murderous shit like the summer of Sam
Cha-ka-cha chop leaking blood on your mans
Life after death, what were we sayin
Me ‘gainst the world with a blunt in my hand
This lethal injection this music we reppin
Straight out the junc i always stay humble
Ready to rumble my demons assemble
License to ill, license to steal
License to hit any nigga that squeal
Ready for war like we IIsrael
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Better move when I say so
Never move like a payroll okay, there it go
Raise up out the ashes, phoenix young master
Who spread like cancer
Through the matches who gon' pass us
Read the patterns and I handle what I have to
Nigga blessed, no stress, stay for my crew
Overseas touring all the youth
They support us
Keep my fans focused raise they
Mind til they soaring
Can't hang with the gods or
A gleaming out lord
Keep a clean heart til my energy beam strong
And I'm winning when i see
Niggas living through they heart
And i'm reassuring kids and showing
Them where they start
They can play their part
Light illuminate the dark
Make 'em see far like there
Sitting on the North Star
Hot Spitter, rise to the top with it
Beast Coast hitter, blessed by god's fingers
Talkin' 'bout, I dunno when I will stop
Nigga me and weed go together like
Biggie and Pacs killings
The lyrics of “XYNO” by CLOCKWORK INDIGO are a reflection of the artists’ different perspectives on life. The song features each artist expressing their experiences on money, women, personal struggles, and the importance of staying true to oneself. The song starts with the artist showing gratitude for the hard work they’ve done by waking up and thanking God for their pay stub. They go on to express their love for ganja and women -tape her legs closed- the former is seen as a form of relaxation and a way of coping with their daily struggles.
The next verse begins with an artist acknowledging the power of money and how it’s a source of motivation for many people. He paints a picture of Las Vegas as a city built on the losses of many people. They’re aware that their art is lucrative and they reiterate their commitment to it. The theme of music being a form of therapy also recurs in this verse. The third verse sees the artists emphasizing the importance of unity, staying true to self and being aware of one's environment. They encourage their fans to be true to their inner selves and chase their dreams.
Some interesting facts about the song “XYNO” include - the song is part of the collaborative EP between members of the Flatbush Zombies and The Underachievers, which was released in 2014. The artists chose the title “Clockwork Indigo'' as they saw the color indigo as something that represents segregation, a meaning that inspired their album’s themes. The artist’s revealed in an interview that the beat for “XYNO” was made in Paris in around 20 to 30 minutes after their show.
Chords: The chords for the "XYNO" by CLOCKWORK INDIGO are not available as the song relies mainly on its rap lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Grateful for my income
Collect my peso
Gather my earnings
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
Focused on creating music
40 oz's by the case loads
Drinking heavily
Got to know I love ganja, smell like Fronto
Enjoying marijuana
You know I took shorty, tape her legs closed
Restraining a woman
Better move when I say so
Do as I command
Never move like a payroll okay, there it go
Not carrying out tasks like an employee
If money be the dream, my nigga stay lucid
Stay focused on earning money
If pussy be your hustle mami
Keep that thing juicy
If you make money from sex work, keep performing well
While Vegas was built off the money of losers
Las Vegas was made with the losses of gamblers
For paper I shoot marvelous, Stanley Kubrick
Creating incredible music
Benjamin Franklin, my guardian angel
If I see Jesus I'm taking his halo
So I can pawn it and make a few pesos
I value money highly
He who your starve with
Your team will be stable
The people you struggle with become a solid support system
Pass me the OE, pass me a tab
Pass me a blunt, I won't pass that shit back
Drinking and smoking marijuana a lot
Pass me a gat and a ski mask
I click clack, rat tat tat give me that cash
Robbing people at gunpoint
Throw Diddy's check book and
I'll sign an autograph
I prioritize wealth over fame
47, mac elevens and there no limit (Body)
This is World War 3 is you ready? (Doubt it)
Prepared for battle
My wallet gone buzz, never snoozed up
This alarm got me turned up plenty
Busy working and earning money
Want to be the shit but
The world won't love me hit my jack
Then 20 minutes imma' hit you back
Desire to be successful
Count a stack, money made everyday
Niggas paying ransom notes
But only real niggas taking chances, yo
Financially successful and brave
No longer 16's, I'm free
I freestyle to appease the peace
And you can freestyle but you need some beats
Growing and improving as an artist
My performance hella rich and rewarding
And I can't compete when niggas is not all in
Proud of my music, wish others were more serious
Good lord, boy gotta get a new crew
Looking real confused dog
I don't want to lose you
Considering finding new friends who are more supportive
No woman want a nigga with no money
I'm all in her while she layin' on her tummy
Mocking men who don't make much money
Now I'm gon bust, now I'm gon bust
My vision is distant is music my drug?
Passionate about creating music
Know what you in for
Young gods in your temple
Pull up with the squad, what's the word ho
Plotting on the burb with
The Fibonacci curves though
Aware of the situation, planning with friends, looking for luxury cars
I'm Stefan, you Urkel
A snake to a gerbil, woah (LAWD)
Presently the Pres
Don't make a nigga get a urge or
Be the day you be dessert
I'm in control, disrespect will not be tolerated
Puffin on some herbs now I'm
One with the earth
Top Gun Tom Cruise watch a nigga go berserk
Feeling connected to nature
Uh build the proper spliff
Heighten consciousness, don't be counterfeit
Use your mind a bit, word of the wise but i
Still will profit chips
Smoke marijuana and use your mind, but still make money
Surf on this tide we the truth
(we got you kid)
Stone Gemini tight flows like a tie
Light strokes on your wife still
A nigga make her cry
Confident in our music, sexualizing women
Golden inside we were chose so lets ride
Keep your smoke blowing high
Rep the coast til I die I
I ain't gon lie, these niggas move funny
Zombie
Motherfucker fill the hunger in my belly
I ain't on my celly 'less
Im talkin' bout some money
Nigga acting kind of funny leave
Him missing like Sunday
Proud of our group, distrustful of some people, focused on making money
Brake boy, smoking shot for my day boy, A1
Smoke is strong than I blaze son
Murderous shit like the summer of Sam
Cha-ka-cha chop leaking blood on your mans
Aggressive and violent imagery
Life after death, what were we sayin
Me ‘gainst the world with a blunt in my hand
This lethal injection this music we reppin
Straight out the junc i always stay humble
Ready to rumble my demons assemble
Contemplating the afterlife, dedicated to music, staying grounded, battling personal demons
License to ill, license to steal
License to hit any nigga that squeal
Ready for war like we IIsrael
Raise up out the ashes, phoenix young master
Who spread like cancer
Through the matches who gon' pass us
Read the patterns and I handle what I have to
Proud of our toughness, loyalty, and skill
Nigga blessed, no stress, stay for my crew
Overseas touring all the youth
They support us
Keep my fans focused raise they
Mind til they soaring
Can't hang with the gods or
A gleaming out lord
Enjoying our success, committed to our friends and fans
Keep a clean heart til my energy beam strong
And I'm winning when i see
Niggas living through they heart
And i'm reassuring kids and showing
Them where they start
They can play their part
Light illuminate the dark
Make 'em see far like there
Sitting on the North Star
Committed to positivity and inspiring others
Hot Spitter, rise to the top with it
Beast Coast hitter, blessed by god's fingers
Talkin' 'bout, I dunno when I will stop
Nigga me and weed go together like
Biggie and Pacs killings
Confident in our music, identify with weed culture and historical hip-hop tragedies
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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@robertcastro6508
2024 we still here throwback 🎉
@YxtD
I know you fuckers are still gonna bump this in 2023 😈🧟♂️
@remonhidding
You know it, Tommy.
@siivart47
Who is still gonna listen in 2047?!? 27 years away.. think about it!
@elizabethtabery6669
of course it's all timeless
@aaronhuschyar4210
real fans will listen forever, stop asking for likes pls
@COFFINSELLER23
🔥🍄💀
@Jay6eo
This shit sadly got slept on but real ones knew about this hidden madness
@samd9452
Underachievers thrived...faded out because they tried to produce bangers, not their style..then came back with a vengeance
@117kazekage
Sam Duncan their bangers slap but it’s not the kinda banger you can play at a party so they were shlept on. Tho I agree their style is most effective in earlier works like evermore and indigoism