Lyrics:
this great time
Be on minimum wage, life is a prison escape that I'm in
It's all to do with timing not the label that you sign with
Then my mates are
Your cat-scan shows disfiguration
I want to laugh myself to death
With a misfired synapse
With a bent configuration
I'll hold the line while you gasp
cut the ties
Livin' lie, Lance Armstrong at the finish line
Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam
I don't need six seconds, you remember Vine
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why niggas with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap like Mike Tyson with
Catcalls and dirty jokes
Scan the room a couple times
Find a seat right next to mine
Lonely eyes
Well, it sure looks like
You just might
Be looking
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why niggas with problems keep on steppin
Xzibit ready to scrap like Mike Tyson with
The big innovation on the minimum wage
Is lines up your nose but your life on the page so c'mon
Tell me I'm wrong
Small stakes
Will kill me
When
armies
Beyond their boundaries
Soon erasing time
But leaving no signs behind
Lines of codes
Only cyborgs know
Computerize their minds
Electric eye scans
whistling randomly
A milk bottle symphony
Milk bottle symphony
Number twelve, there's Amy Chan
Writing down a line for the candy man
About the time she
1 and 2 and 3 and 4
This my rap song
1-2-3-4
I get really sick and tired of boys up in my face
Pick up lines like "What's your sign" won't get
You
my destiny, it'll have to be
So I'll face the future
Running out of time
I'm on the line
But I'll go down fighting
Felt the hand of justice
Just asleep she's been waiting to creep for a long time
Friendly eyes so small they rise from the waist line
In dreams came callipygous things
minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their
Feet they made
that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet they
that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet they
Ong is a Laotian refugee
He works in the audio trade
The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
He's earning minimum wage
Spending spare time down
I be like fuck it at the same time I don't say fuck it
Now look what I'm stuck with
I don't care if I'm in the wrong, I don't get upset
I don't
Danger eyes like mine scan the room
No one over the line gets out alive.
Pieces of insincerity
Are like the stuff upon which we feed.
Do I feed
Stand in Line
Did you read the sign
I.D.'s in hand
For the Retina Scan
It's your time,
The chip's inserted in,
Into your skin,
This is how we begin,
I see your pretty face
Go to check her and scan
I look in between the lines
And there's somebody new
And she don't know my name
Waiting for a life
goin' to bed)
Feeling tired every time that you try? (Ring my head in the woods right now)
Ain't it hard feeling tired all the time? (Scan for some
that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet
and as nuts
Lines are like mom's CAT scans
'Cause they fucking go bananas
Honey, I applaud that ass
Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance
Ma, show
probably in with the feds, he said
"We didn't come here to accept no loss
Me selling it to you wholesale at minimum cost"
Look dread, I've been around
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