Yo, I?ll send this to alla my corporate corpses Trying to abort the thoughts, coming out wilin? I was surely sort of twisted Worked at a tv studio, an audio assistant Easy, do my duty, though at times was in a ?me? mood I was on the brink of fiends truth Made a brother the same color but beyond neon Barking at dreams to be gone ???talent and many they haven?t any Was especially a challenge When you be like goddamnit As he?s cuffing it, how my mic sound? Thinking on the low, it?s perfect when he put the mic down Clown stand steady, willing wanting subservient Sound man blurting in thinking I?d fucking murder them Steaming when I?m watching duke Scheming on some hot pursuit Gotta win as these cats be modelin? what not to do
In a getaway car, car, car, car
In a getaway car, car, car, car
Storms on the harbor, like a harbinger of bore Gore?s my harbinger, pardon the art of war Get your door?s darkened by the house of card carpenters Who never thought a slave could be a Spartacus or Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores Take important conference calls A bunch of these punch numbers Five punch just say no to company functions And I duck into the dungeons Like a day of pinching paperclips and staplers for the privilege Two lives, one is chores for whores One is where I wanna be when you begin regretting yours And I?m boredom with a large coffee To a man who authority beyond what it was for How you gonna pay the rent? Make rap records matter fact thanks!
In a getaway car, car, car, car
In a getaway car, car, car, car