[Intro]
What up
Now we bout to bring this to a close
Just wanna shout out my brotha Illastrate
For providing some real fly sounds for me to like, get loose over
Man, it's Monday/Friday
Yeah, It's the city baby!
You know it's (Wonda)
Yeah, Ha, Working Cla** Music man
It's been a pleasure
Shout out to the listeners out there, the supporters
No matter whether you're Day 1, or yesterday
[Verse 1]
Hold up man, bring it back
Yeah, Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I wasn't even gonna spit to this
Just shout a couple people out, maybe reminisce
But to waste this instrumental gift I would've been remissed
Would have sent the final mixes off, feelin' pissed
So let's do it cause the night's still young
And only turn on the lights if a fights begun
We made it real hard to bite this one
Yo they couldn't say rhymes like these if I write them some
We represent the days prier and mon
So you shoulda known twice that the time has come
Man i sounds old school if your mind is young
I'm a pretty smart dude, but these lines are dumb
Retarded as sh**, you k**ed it but I martyred this sh**
When I put the bullet points inside the audio clips
I'm improvising like it's part of the script
Let em know how just hard it is to find an artist like this
I know its rare for them, cause most cats is embara**ing
All they do is say yo, like self-centered central americans
With hands close to they balls like they're a mans
Extending them for that, but I just seen where they been
So, no thanks
Keep them dudes in the low ranks
They make the same old tape
But ours look like snowflakes
No 2 alike, cause we ain't up in this clone race
That sh** is so fake
Dudes can't even flow straight
Don't ever write a check on a phonograph
You phony a**, can't go and cash like I'm supposed to laugh
You're better off pouring Morton's on an open gash
It's Working Cla** Music
Yeah we got the dopest staff
Get more rub than a lamp for genies
And what you wishin' fo?
Land or a Lamborghini
From the land where they wanna ban graffiti
Where you can get shot with a can in your hand to see me
But we already know the world can break your heart
But you still gotta find a way to make your art
Put together what they can't take apart
Ironic how they wanna see you burn, but they hate ya spark
Don't it make you feel blue like the moon in the daytime
Asking who's rhymes are nastiest on tracks
And they say mine
It's the young blood who stayed off gun club
Back in the point now, but you know it's still (1ove)
[Outro]
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