Lyrics:
I want to be your personal manager babe
I want to do everything I can for you
I want to be your personal manager babe
I want to do everything I
You push the button and we'll do the rest
The exotic sound of data storage
Nothing like it
First thing in the morning
You push the button
Hey big data
Just can’t rest anymore
Hey big data
Just can’t rest anymore
Who believes
In data privacy
Who believes
In data privacy
Hey big data
rest.
Hey look ma
Here comes the elephant boy
Bundled all up in his corduroy
Headed down south towards illinois
From the jungles of east st. paul.
His
nothing 'bout daughters
And sons be damned
The rest of the buttons are pushing themselves to an early grave
Partial schemes pleasure schemes business shemes
The manager is waiting to be paid
Along with priests and deacons of his court
A quartermaster, quite a man, a mistress of the line
Has found
I don't have a special career
But I know how to do what it takes to get paid
I'll be your morning cashier
Your coffee cart manager, temporary
J.D., T-Bone, Shorty, Del, yo
Sir Jinx, Chill, Dazzie Dee, and K Dee, yo
And the rest of the Mobs in the house
(Yeah, herd 'em up)
I wanna say
tattoo on the bank manager's hand
Giving you his praise, helping you understand
Ouroboros tattoo on the mall Santa's face
Granting your wishes and then
monitoring your data
Insert drum roll
And bugle call
Meet the new global
Community managers, y'all
Big Brother, peeping Tom
Nosey Parker, uncle Sam
And some
30 keys, 100 keys, janitor
Your nigga's a star
But the police is his manager
And he got a dope bitch
And her favorite rapper from Canada
But she
Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin'
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To consummate their divorce
Dead Monkeys are to split up again
According to their manager Lefty Goldblatt
They've been in the business now ten years
Nine
All the hopes of the world rest on you.
Our data bank is empty,
Our memory’s been cut short.
No longer can we count on
Our hardware as we thought.
as a razor
When I'm rhymin to the cut
You know what?
I'm the best MC
Many imitate me
They never would admit it
They just can't get it
I rhyme like the rest
But
listen to your voice upon the speaker box
First you get a manager but what does he do
I'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue
We're
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like the six maybe, deep dish with the great seats
I flow greater than you're navigator
I drop in you're town, block you're data
Pimps all comin
Teach me politely when
cnd what to love
School me in everything
That is standard
Mould me
Shape me
Stretch me to fit
Cut off my legs
Lay me to rest
your ear
Don't try to say you can't hear 'cause the words are clear
Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest
You better hurry up
Nilipanda Kwa mat nikaskia Ngomangu latest
Bar siezi sensor I'm the voice of the realest
Mi upanga mistari different mazee not like the rest
I might own
as fuck but hard to deal with, and it ain't her fault
She got ambition like the niggas, and the vision for herself
So she can't rest until she feel like
no eyes
It don't need to see, to feel what's through the keyhole
Behind the door
My chest won't rest, can't store it in a drawer
The brain knows
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