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lyrics
N4N. I sit back and relax like the sultan. A day’s work for a day’s pay is worth something. It makes me feel fine- relax my mind, to know I’m on my grind- open like venetian blinds. If it makes me a herb to punch a clock- oh well…I’mma be a herb non-stop, I don’t dwell on what it extracts from me, that breed negativity- I go hard for my family. The fact’s the man in me makes me strive for what I can. Gave up a child’s lifestyle so I could take a stand to build and protect; and in the respect, I’m fulfilled and feeling chill like winters in Quebec. If I want it I’mma get it with my hands and my brains. Never served off a silver platter, I appreciate every thing that I’ve got- everything that I own- these small successes smelling sweet like cologne. I’m on my throne. Nothing comes from nothing. Nothing comes for free. Wrap your mind around these things and let your conscious be free. Nothing comes from nothing. Nothing comes for free. BMC, H.I. double G’s- this consciousness achieved. We sneak up on you, like John Wilkes Booth, and careful barkeep, that’s way too much Vermouth, so keep the mixture right, workers plight to pay the light and all that hype. We factory workers homie, that means day and night. Fuck the shackles, demonic cackles, we biding time, mercantilist with my flows and my rhymes. Nothing comes from nothing either with that hating state of mind, I'm traveling ley lines while you're riding life’s pine. Bottom rung lower thirty MFI- demographic fall guy who's pornographic all night. We reeling from feeling the steel industry’s outreach, talking complex matrices involving tax schemes. Plus how you think. I'm talking hitting a Brinx, you worried bout the Spinx. Doorbell rings, tables empty, what’d you bring? And that’s that, your whack philosophies neglecting fact, better pattern recognize That…Working for the man isn’t the only work I can. My pen swish constitutes my other pension plan. As the hourglass sand passes through the slender part, I get better at my art and start ripping styles apart. But yet far from the best; I just get it off my chest. When life puts me to the test I reply surely you jest and supply plush verbiage to my mic device. The release and relief that eases the pains of my life. I’m just an imperfect copy of an ideal emcee who flows towards perfection on every day I be upon this physical plane of idea and will- employed for the money, but rhyme for the skill. I’ve never flowed to hustle. I’ve never pimped my pen; I treat her with respect like I treat my woman. To be an e.m.c.e.e. doesn’t come for free. Nothing comes from nothing-Dedication-It can’t be a fling to rap sing.
credits
from Supernova,
released December 7, 2010
Produced by N.I.P.
Cuts by Trillbot.
