Rhymefest - Mr. Blue Collar lyrics

Yo Rhymefest, JV, come up here real quick, lemme talk To these muf**ers Wild hundreds, whatup Chi-Town.. GD over here [Malik Yusef] Imagine you was hustlin' The Romans came in, and somehow you was able to evade the search This just means your grandmama must've really, really prayed in church Maybe it's time for you to trade in merch for a blue collar (Man, I ain't workin' no job) Cause even if you is hustlin', you gon' need a job a job on the side And if you are paying part (?) then Peter (?) get robbed on the side If you've been in perpetual, continuous grime mode And only been able to get small stacks on Then you need something to fall back on But we the people the talk tall smack on They legislate as IF you HAD a father Had hot water and electricity and your mom didn't abuse you So like Tom, let me Cruise you through this here Minority Report Y'all know we ain't really run this rap sh** And ain't got no REAL authority in sports And why do them fake media keep feeding you lies and tellin' you that All the Blacks and Latinos is out here smugglin' When the vast majority of minorities got two jobs, a career, and family time They jugglin', strugglin', to keep a (?) from kicking their rear This here, is for chicken and beer, some kicks and some gear The money for the whip and tip, we keep over here Tryna take a trip a year, cause you gon' need a vacation From all the hatin' and the pigs trynna put a seam in your wig You got two things, a dream and a gig Because you have two things, a flow and some kids You already know what is when you workin' a whole lotta hours For just a few dollars So I wanna hear you holler MISTER Blue Collar! (man, f** that, man, get your hands out my pocket n***a)