Lyrics:
not perfect he's a victim
Of his occupation
Social insulation
Secret intervention
Charging with possession
I just wanna watch him
Make or break
their kites as warning, their King is never caught
Socialised by compassion, yeah, crime's his occupation
King bandit for president of the Sambadrome
And if you wanna be a star, hijack a DC 10
But if you change your occupation, you might be fallin' from the sky
A silent girl's imagination, silhouettes
we're borderline
I like you but don't quit your occupation
My heart, my ace but just in case
Let's stay open to other situations
Why tell you we gonna be
be livin in the cella
Hella muthafuckas want your occupation
But they can keep pacin, cuz I'm gonna be waitin on my Baby...
And all this love,
He doesn't have a friend, just some occupations.
Staring at the sky or at computer screens.
It gets you in the neck, all this looking skywards.
wake up in the morning
Feelin' mad at myself
From what I did the night before
I don't wanna know your name
Or where you come from
Your occupation
They beat John with chains for educatin’ the nation
Bein’ a truth sayer is a dangerous occupation
Some cheered his dedication to a world free of hatred
song that you want me to sing to you
I don't need no aggravation
I just got to make you
I just got to make you my occupation
I got to know that I
La, la, la, la.
Wastin' time arguing. Like it's become my occupation.
Only paid for compensation.
Ya jugglin so many things. It's like you preempt
A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation
In the world's most strangest most dangerous occupation
But you could do it, you the Super like in your
and fools
Czar, what's your occupation? (Woof)
Anytime I'm spittin', the floor rock
The spell's so strong, I catch hate from witches and warlocks
Boom-bap
occupation, I'm grindin' paper chasin,
These boys is steady hatin' so this pistol I'm embracin'.
That lac is so amasin' and da elbows is skatin'.
Cranker
Another good excuse for a celebration
We sang songs of liberty
Kind of takes the sting out of occupation
Now that I have had my fun
It's good to be back
the courtroom
Like eat my dust, a buck 40 for the Porsche zoom
We back in population, we cop drops to race 'em
We getting money over here what's your occupation
closed curtains
For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt
I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin'
These boys are steady
A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation
In the world's most strangest most dangerous occupation
But you could do it, you the Super like in your
you told 'em?
I told 'em, I chase paper, what da fuck do you do? I chase paper
If you wanna know what my occupation is, homie
I chase paper, I chase
got the combination
Instead of arguing lets elevate the conversation
Work you like an occupation
Flow, don't make it complicated
I wanna take it
Occupation, I don't have one
I lie in bed until the cows come
I'm snowed up inside my window
Buried in sand up to my elbows
But I am, contemplaiting oneness
emancipation
Nah But it also ain't a joke
I'd rather you learn that European occupation
Than be just Vegetative with no water to grow
Schooling comes from school
satisfied
'Cause a man that's got a saw mill occupation
Can't afford to feed a rich girls' appetite
I wonder if you're still with Willie Jackson
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
(But the teacher)
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Occupation
Let me be your stimulation
I could be your occupation
Work you like a 9 to 5
Plus put in that over time
Careful with what you do to me
Cause
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