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job
my artist job (2x)


strange rimes
better words came with the time
and i guess this is mine
in the midnight
the light screen glows
in the day your

Work Everyday

Brother Ali

Mourning in America and Dreaming in Color

2012

a recession
It’s deception how absurd is this
How are so many poor people conservative

A pro artist I put it in the good music
A con artist job’s to make

script, on a rock art trip
Still buzzing cousin, I have dirt from a dozen
An artist’s job is never done we live art and trust in self
Some say in God we

useful, though
Lamps for the night
Cheap dog food
Of course it wasn't me
Or you'd have seen
Strong, theatrical
A true artist job
Nero's seal
Now,

problem at your moms

He's honest
That he's a bullshit artist
His jobs to make you comfortable
But he don't feel that loveable
He's a gold from shit maker

owns it
It isn't the artist's job to explain their work, only to birth it

Some days ago I received a compliment on a deviation, explaining what they

raw raw raw raw
Ay Yo baby mama going dumb and she won’t stop
Stop
She won’t stop she can do it with her jaw
Fuck ah boss ima artist with no job
Chasing

pro 

Niggas duckin, right over they head like a go pro

Pass potential 

Being a artist the job is essential

Guard up like a CO

I’m fighting with my

pro 

Niggas duckin, right over they head like a go pro

Pass potential 

Being a artist the job is essential

Guard up like a CO

I'm fighting with my

I Want You Back

Joe Budden

Mood Music: Very Worst of Joe Budden

2006

a fad
It wouldn't last forever but still just LIKE

[Chorus]

Moms don't like her, but she adores me
Struggling artist, no job, she supports me
So

they made daily addresses on the news

the artists lost our jobs 
when they all closed the bars
but we just laughed
we already knew how to starve
we

burst into tears 
As they're praising the lord

Every rhyme that I write
Get a text from my ex 
Saying he wants me back 
With a list of regrets

An artist

been rainbows now and then
I wanna live on my own
I wanna make many friends
But I’m lazy to move enough
Let the artists do their job
I am a head full

fluent in woolseyism
Is apathy a drug? been ridiculed by the question
Set light to the house of white the east to the west end
Making bread as an artist

remember that far

back cuz you're drinking like a
pro you're kicking
ass
like an artist at the job

OH!

the farthest go get a job artist
It's over for u homes now (U finished)
Go head throw the mic down

translates right, message needs to pop
Cuz as artists that’s our job 
Yes I said it is my job 

I hold to much power 
Love smelling all my flowers 

Listen Im

dikhte ni artist
Bs government job he dikhti h kyu
Jana toh sabne h ek din
Phir sbko paise se pyaar he kyun

Shareer b bikrhe yaha paiso se
Kya ise he