We turn it out, work, work it out, work, work it out, we turn it out, work, work it out,
work, work it out, we turn it out, work, work it out, work, work it out.
I say work, say work, say work, say work.
Now two years ago, a friend of mine asked me to partake of a full plate of swine and I was like,
yo, no, black, I gotta go, not fit for the belly of Mr. Mondo.
Why do some puff fly and drink 40 to pass by? Why is the oppressive flow so freakin' flat?
I'll be movin' at our own pitch and pullin' into the ditch of a trap laid for us way before the Negro slave trade.
Why is it so cruel to disbelieve in God? Make your money, money.
Whore your queen, your whore, then believe you whore.
Why do we represent this old land that ain't even ours?
Well, this the east or the west coast, but yet we can't claim to make flowers here.
It's not ours, let's devour our pride.
Open up your eyes, recognize you gotta rise.
What up, show that? Words of the beatbox, get on and make it hot.
We turn it out, work, work it out. We turn it out, work, work it out. We turn it out, work, work it out. We work, work it out.
I say work, say work, say work, say work.
Presents the bare feet act, strive towards more righteous acts, but I'm human.
Interfront angelic illusion, it's just too time -consuming.
Be 29 plus 1 and still bloomin'.
Blessed with the ability to drop a jewel or two in.
Circumference appears on occasion, foreign years.
Return to hip -hop is their escape for many years.
Beating us with a verbal punch to give me props over here.
Challenger of concepts to make your inner minds out here.
Who I can see, what's the big idea?
Far -fetched fantasy with no knowledge up in here.
So I play the role of Chris P. to make you say, oh yeah.
So victim is we, of this mental wear and tear.
Condition unfit, yet I still hold it down.
Pure, pleasurable, and profound.
I get down, cause there needs to be a balance to make the world go around.
We turn it out, work, work it out, work, work it out.
I say work, say work, say work, say work.
Grab brothers try to hold me back cause their life ain't blessed.
Locked in the dungeon's distress, trying to hold back.
Profound sound which will be inevitably released.
Deadly nouns through the heart of the beast without cease.
Razzle sinful ones from out of iniquity and pity.
I'm targeting your city like cruise missiles using nitty.
Destroying racist dogma and blacks who accidented.
Bust that kid, hump that hitman, and get down to nitty gritty.
I'm witty and compelling as God lead me on the path of these swelling tracks.
Yo, I swing the blazing battle axe like a Chinese super ninja in Jabalco.
Oh my lord, say word, word.
That's how Vex wield the sword, so score him.
You're out for control like them heads who put on the back of the dollar.
No, it's auto, so claw him.
We not in this for the status to be the baddest for the clout.
We just showing what it's all about.
No doubt, we turn it out.
Work, work it out.
I say work, say work, say work, say work.
And to the girl Bahamadean, you don't stop.
And to my man, prostenuse, you don't stop.
To bizarre extremes, you don't stop.
We turn it out, we turn it out.
To Kyle L. Mr. Man, you don't stop.
Organized confusion, you don't stop.
And to my man, bus rhymes, you don't stop.
We turn it out, we turn it out.
And to the EMI, you don't stop.
And to my man, Troy High, you don't stop.
To Prince Paul, Prince Paul, you don't stop.
