Mayday! - Sweat Shop Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1:Wrekonize] I speak with main brain trajectory This same games so dead to me I might as well stop having dreams, brain vasectomy Going to work A day end They paying checks to me, But each and every night I just hope someone checks for me I speak a million to one devotions in this ocean Always scooping for emotion but hey, thanks for noticing I'm lost for hours while my pen spills Got parking tickets stacking up on my windshield, but big deal Rehearse the same lines and k** them sh**s and game time And all along you snotty nose brats fighting for face time Okay lying,well fame fine f**-o I just really want respect and a check to make bucks grow I'm feeling stuck so pa** the 45, I'm a Buck-No I was here starving with my luck low And you were there gaining my discuss low Asking me for pennies, I'm like f** no You think I can afford to share News flash b**h, the middle cla** gone, I'm a "pooranaire" Scraping loose change from bottle caps, keeping an honor that's no longer sacred where the piranhas at We all chancing some wealth and if you don't get to know yourself they'll buy you out your health plan But we plug in because we're generation Xbox Got the kids working to live, Sweatshop [Hook] Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Shop, shop, shop, shop Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Shop, shop, shop, shop Livin inside a little Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Shop, shop, shop, shop Sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Shop, shop, shop, shop [Verse 2: Bernz] Sometimes the world ain't really moving faster It just feels that way while its spinning on its axis These mother f**ers want to tell me what their after But after Mayday finish they'll see they have subjects of the master You see their all just alabaster Colorless frauds got me living in the bottom I'm gone, yo hit me after After disaster, after we blow this right rock into fragments I'm on my bad sh**, that careful with your life sh** Fu-f** trying to cash in That should seem out of fashion I'd rather bottle lighting or use it all fighting Wifey said it's frighting, but still it excites me The music industry, they just ?synonyms? Had a feeling, called a meeting, time to start k**ing them Settle the score, see what's in store Cake with some venom Poison my peers with the swing of a pendulum I'm in... Cahoots with the Gods I see them every day while we make hits at the job They They root for my flaws They make me who I am, the reason for applause, shoot for the stars Hoping they catch a battle scar I'm aiming far while Plex plays the guitar Jupiter to Mars They sit back, clap from a far Not knowing we got in the sun in our arms [Hook]