How I calculate all this Moves made in the uncle ruckus of loud silence Visions lost in the click and the tick of a rusted timex Emotion, simmering in the pyrex Convince the jury, the defense rest 10 seconds left, gimme da rock, say less Built for the pressure Doc scholls in my insole Take over, in the spirit in the depth of my inner soul Yeah, born by the light on the corner on the pole Born of the light