about
"The music industry and new media have become offensively incestuous and corny. We need to define a new underground completely removed from the machine. I have never been to a studio. I recorded this EP in my Brooklyn bedroom using only a laptop, a Plantronics headset, and a freeware four-track recorder program developed in 1996 (which, coincidentally, was also one of the greatest years in terms of hip-hop's maturation and contribution to culture). This EP is pure and organic; no marketing or tricknology. I don't want any money. I don't want any accolades. This is for me, and for the culture. Share it if you feel it and are so inclined. Bless."
- Mr. Day Job
lyrics
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tanner than a kikuyu, dark like zulu, 'omar from the wire' black / no tan lines / whiskey in my belly, ate a bean pie to pad that shit / the sun got me sweating bullets / I ain't mad it / do the right thing type hot in this b*tch / still mad they killed radio raheem & sh*t / riding slow thru marcy just to floss my fixie / bright aquamarine green / you cant miss me / just lined my beard up / turned a beer up / im married to brooklyn ni**a / no pre-nup / holla at my babalawo / on some african flow / my crystals channeling ochún & chango / bruvaman fonky, yes indeed / my crib smell like frankencense, myrhh, & weed / grillin on the stoop, no meat for me, but if its halal girl I will eat that pu**y / let that boy cook like my college degree was culinary / I'm on some bill withers shit, girl use me / no shame in my game when you scream my name / I don't mind playing the fool, if you just play it cool / bismillah rahman, jah bless / a lil role play, I'm al capone, you eliot ness / I'll catch it if you throw it back at me / gatorade on the nightstand cause I'm an athlete, riding fixed gear to stay in shape so I stroke hard / stroked it so hard she tried to play the race card / girrl that ain't politically correct / but you know I came correct wit my hands around your neck / shit, you betta make it memorable so I can reflect upon it, next day at work, at my desk, but can't focus on it / sexy ass potty mouth b*tch! keep talking that sh*t! / you know I love it & I wanna hug it! / can't get enough of it, even when I'm done wit it... my lips is THICK because I'm BUILT for this shit! / dead tired still wanna have more fun wit' it / gimme me that sweet, that nasty stuff / I love brooklyn girls cause they love it rough / I love brooklyn weed cause the sh*t burn slow / I mix it wit some tobacco & roll it in an optimo / bedstuy, we be on that newport short sh*t / supreme 5 panel rocking polo sport sh*t / ask my ni*ga fresh daily, yea he know about it / ten years deep in the borough and I'm glad I found it / huh / word to 40oz van that's my ni*ga, ionno know him but he still my mans, f*ck it
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