Lyrics:
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
Near the Randolph Square
Drop a line or grab a train
And I'll see you in Harlem
You can stay at my new place
See the sights, get a job
And it'll be okay
the seas around
He sailed across the ocean to land in 'Frisco town
There was only a company union, the bosses had their way
A worker had to stand in line
Yeah
Motherfucking on
Yeah, Biome
World
Workers of the world unite
Danganronpa every night
Izmehk up in Lake Baikal
Shoot you up the fucking
California
I'm from, California, it's made me a harder worker
Than the peers I compete with, watching me outwork them
I'm from, California, Cali, California
won’t blow them away
If the caf were to ever close
I’d call it doomsday
I love the caf so much I’m a huge fan
All the workers know me
The call me smoothie
covers my Jordan's but I seldom find it
To be a problem because natural is better than purchased
I feel were workers, we should work to make the world
Niggas in the bushes got bitches on west end
Got a lot of associates but NO I don't got many friends
I say hold on please don't cross that line and please
on the dash
Pray I don't crash and police miss me
This is for the swervers for the workers
For the customers who never get nervous during a purchase
This if for
hype
'Cause I'm a worker bee
Fuck a hive mind, ugh
You need a drive bye, ay
Right in your eye, eye,
Jeff Beelzebub, ugh, abusin' worker's rights
You
CHORUS : 1
I Hit these Streets an get this money I go sick with It
I just talked her out her Panties I'm to slick With It
Drop a bag to my workers
Thiry thousand auto workers have gone
To work to find
That they've been downsized form the
Assembly to the unemployment line
The employed seeking job
changed one day in a science lesson, grey lines redefined in my mind with chalk on a blackboard
In a lesson about honeybees
Epitomised epiphany
And it was
I Had to learn to deal with losses
Never practiced Exorcism but I had to deal with the crosses
You don't like being a worker, find a deal for
Too good to be true for a railroad worker
Daddy said we weren't meant to be
Though I knew it from the start
They say "the dollar rules the heart"
I said
the worker's revolution
And I believe in the final solution
I believe in, I believe in
I believe in the shape of things to come
And I believe, I'm not
the worker's revolution
And I believe in the final solution
I believe in, I believe in
I believe in the shape of things to come
And I believe, I'm not
Graveyard people with graveyard minds
Peeking out through half-drawn blinds
Desperate people with desperate minds
Only live amongst straight lines
worker Dillon
Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib
had a peddle bike
I had the pack and bopped
My worker keeps fucking up
Every day I take a loss
I can't charge it to the game
Cah its everything I
middle passage
To a person
The new whirl odors just rehearsing
I’ma put the line in the
Sand huh! Cross that line
I’ma put the line in the
Sand huh! Cross
Here we go
For the fired auto workers who were twisted, tricked and robbed
To the peasant in Guatemala in a sweatshop got your job
And she can't
We didn't live (we didn't live)
We only existed
Undo the worker (undo the worker)
The corporate vice turned inside out
Exposed for what it truly
yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 2 - Die-Rek
Brotherhood is not a colour Nor is it a blood line
See my true colours If a brother try to touch mine
I've crossed
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