Me, I'm part of the machine, The bottom rung of the company, The only time I start to worry, Is when the machine becomes part of me Me and my self esteem
though I got to get to work But its so cute you came to my show wearing my shirt No I don't think that your stalking me its funny How you chased away
(feat. E-40) (Anyway, it doesn't matter much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years
hit again [Hook: MJG (Pimp C)] This some grown man shit, pussy ass nigga! How you wanna do it, we can just get to it (Watchu wanna do, how you wanna
a tree trunk bark What a wonderful work of art Well I usually wear my sundial but it don't work when it's dark (don't work when it's dark) No electric
an angel never saw Sixty thousand watts of that raw "Pull the claw out of the trunk" fun, each one teach one how to club one Look at how they bathe up
clothes are soaked. Would like me to get you a drink? Would you like me to put your shirt and your pants in my washin' machine, in my washin' machine
Angie] yo every time i turn around they say how i deal with that weak shit i told yall of the stages i cant agree wit we showed yall, promoted yall on how
em know where you come from and show them how you do it Children are the focus, give em one to grow with Learn em how to take they minutes, turn em into
us The public relations industry studies our every move Constantly advising corporations how they can improve Their profits, their monopolies, their uncompromising growth And how
Thiry thousand auto workers have gone to work to find That they've been downsized form the assembly to the unemployment line The employed seeking job
boy clapped boy (flatline) Oh no here we go another (flatline) P crack B mack is back boy (flatline) Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea) Don't get plugged to that machine yea (machine
[Chorus: Gift of Gab] We keep embellishin upon a new uncharted path Expressin what we see and how we comprehend the math So there's enough for everyone
work. it's called me out. this body will collapse. useless to the world. one sudden drop. one by one as my senses fade away. tied to machines that feed
Work hard and use my head to hammer through the glass ceiling, And dreams run through the villages to the mean slums, How can people have no food but got machine
I was Daddy had a hardware store where hard work was his livin' peddelin' the hammers that built this town I broke his heart that summer, I told him what I wasn't planin' how
I'm so sick of cities that cap every rail how can I skate a ledge without having to bail it's time we took the streets back to skate and destroy unleash
