Mr. Wolford's Cla** - Black Thought's verse from “Rising Down” lyrics

[Verse 2: Black Thought] Between the greenhouse gases And earth spinnin' off its axis Got Mother Nature doin' backflips The natural disasters; it's like 80 degrees in Alaska You in trouble if you not an Ona**is It ain't hard to tell that the conditions is drastic Just turn on the telly, check for the news flashin' How you want it bagged: paper or plastic? Lost in translation or just lost in traffic? Yo I don't wanna floss; I done lost my pa**ion And I ain't trying to climb; yo, I lost my traction They makin' me break My contents under pressure do not shake I'm workin' while the boss relaxin' Here come Mr. Taxman He leavin' a fraction, give me back some Matter fact, next paycheck, it's like that, son I'll mess around and have to hurt a few men They probably chalk it up as a disturbing new trend