Walk Miles - Ethnic Work Ethics lyrics

[Verse: The Walkman] I work in a factory that makes egg rolls You want the hookup? I got the hookup Could call the cook up now And I work hard for my 7.75 I continue to grind to try to sell a single for 75 I'm too quick for the fly n***as I'm too Miyagi My flow so hot that my view miragy I spit wasabi My crew beside me like neighbors Prolly I leave you vacant No business faking You keep mistaking my flow for sloppy The beat is slow and choppy I broke it, obviously And now we're hitting the market To buy my brand new release And it's such a model of perfect speech When you purchase me You gain a new accent And some vocabulary Now riddle me this Who comes off as pa**ionately? I'll wait They're prolly just late, fashionably How quaint I show up beside a monk and a saint And they asked me to pray And I told them that I have enough faith Words heavy, but they hold no weight My medley of slurs Is prolly most deadly on Earth With a closet full of bone marrow decaying And a bow and arrow for range And a yellow cello for playing Yo Yo Ma But who am I to question a God? And who are you to question the odds? I always work like I'm under the yoke I respect this check like I do a roach If I do, at most Ha, I invite you to roast Walker, I do like to boast