Go To Work

[Intro: Malcolm X] No, I don't worry I'm a man who believed that I died 20 years ago And I live like a man who is dead already I have no fear whatsoever, of anybody and anything [Verse 1: Has-Lo] Yeah, yeah, I been gone for a year, I ain't take no rest Whole crew got [?], I'm back on deck What's next? Benewines and Domowit, Rosette Stone yo headset, learnin' my text Rap life is [?] in rapids and mad theatric All alone back for bachelors You ain't even used, tellin' yo fate to say it ain't so With the rumors, he runnin' you bad shit New years superior mic, crack software Payin' no price, fryin' all of yo lights Work all night, break day in the lab Do all of this well, appear simple This shit is a drug Visionaries can't live in the past Eight years got my hands up in this and that Do the one, do the do the one off Like it means [?] to us Teamin' up, even if it's a light work-out Don't blow rap [?], folk have to blow down Neva in short supply cause I can't be I plant seed. All a part of my nature Yo one's Andy Rap, beef nothin' major [Hook] The employers of the year, yeah, we're back to work The employers of the year, yeah, we're back to work The employers of the year, yeah, we're back to work The employers of the year, yeah, we're back to work [Verse 2: Castle] The employers of the year, yea, went back to work I respect ya, real fiends really touch the vessel [?] and Emoto type raccoon Been sharper than I was in the 26 [?] Drop the blunt, dead verse, poof Rents repeat, like my friend got divorced from rest And pledged polygamous vows to the pen and the cleff They say chill, but I'm lost on the meanin' I got base cookin', my clientele feenin' It's quality and quantity, any downtown that I'm blessed with Is fueled from learnin' where the tree is Asian Dimique, scrub art, loss of memory Swift kicks knockin' items off the artillery Blamo, what you got is here is feel it's energy This ain't even half the artillery Analyze and pillage me, kinko the flow and deliver me Can't touch a bitch with disability (What?) Nah, boy, you gotta get yo own Keep buggin' off the word, it's just another poem It's like that, blessed with ink in the labor Eyes low as Frank, just compensate us [Hook]