Search results for 'Certified Labor Doula'

wanna be forklift certified
Da-na-na-na-na-na

Give my labor
Give my time
Pay my bills
Hardware store

Give my labor!
Give my time!
Pay my bills!
Hardware

and the misses
Self-made, certified, always stay hustling
Haters can jock this dick, stay mugging
Bitch, I'm not signed, I don't think I ever will
I'm my own boss,

on them trees
Fruits of your labor, but 1st plant the seeds
If they claiming they real but they doing the most
Better watch out for them fraudulent folks

hazy
Wok my cup I'm feeling lazy
We make gwap, yeah on the daily
Yeah we certified, I can't cap bout the shit that we be doin
Bring that bird inside,

the gym, but my medulla
Give them an inch and they want to break my ruler
Not a doula
But I'm taking safety measures for a successful rebirth
Me and Earth

hard to decrease black maternal and infant mortality rates
Thank you to the doulas, midwives, and professionals expanding the care in healthcare

feel me raging with the fire of my nature
Shit I got you pushing got you going into labor
Hah hah ha ha
I'm laughing
Laughing all the way because I

ducking
I stay putting in labor putting on for the camp
Certified like a stamp

On the hour high fatigue
But I walk it off
Hit the shower crash
Cleanse my

Five Fingers

Aesop Rock

None Shall Pass

2007

Sorta hop wire vehicular skill is applicable
If an eye's on the prize and the itch ain't flushed
I hope the fruits of your labor relieve the initial

never get none, and I know why
But there's more to me than meets the eye
The real live me ain't certified
But I look good on paper

Statistically I'm

one with the spirits,
Here it’s fantastic A world full of magic
Would’ve never made it, if it wasn’t for my passion
Fruits of my labor, nigga gotta

gotta count it up, count it up (Count it up)
(I'm heating up, oh nah)

Heating up like a fireplace 
Minute rice in the microwave (Yea yea)
Certified like

LA LA in the sky
ASL little boo
I’m try na fuck
Is the sky blue
I been puttin in labor
Share ya fruit honey will dew
All up in the sticky icky icky

'proach me
Certified in the field with no courses
Just survived and I used a few sources
Reap the fruits of my labor while blowing this orchards
Success my

balance
For the family jewels I went back to school
So Kwency Bueller was off rappin'
Got certified in that Board-Op and explored my options in broadcastin'

I'm a certified organic machine
Even if you had a prosthetic leg
I'd suck on your plastic toes
Cause I'm the type of dude
To use an entire bottle

your house
Also I'm a certified spokesman of labor in the first now
Certificate posted
No problems in the south
Attic of your mouth
Lines tracing back

papers, or we spiffing it
Counting mad dividends
The fruits of all my labor
That hard work I'm living it
You ain't got to play me
But ya chick do
I'm cold

got punched on my first day of labor
Ain't no shame in my game's wagers
Spectator on the side catch a mouth full of flavor
Wasted, tryna walk a line

can get grizzly and go on Mo rants
Homie this what I do
Took time off tryna figure this paper
Prioritizing the source of my labor
I could never lose it,

know you got a lot of things on your mind, I don't want to get
Attached to any one girl at this time. He was a certified accountant with the funds

yo' backin
B.F. Slippin' in on the playa, entertain

She want me to cash out, uh, I am not a lame
Certified labor owner, I cannot complain
Fifty-fifty,

at school and sh**
Cryin' on my knees
Look up to God like I'm a Budapest
I probably now got Buda pissed
Cause on my good behavior, and hard labor died when

precautious
Cause the fruit's of my labor
Ain't barin no harvest
At least as a artist cause
AT LEAST as a artist
You become whoever when your
Time get