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[Verse 1: Rizzle] Yo six in the morning Hop on my BMX feeling fresh (paperboy) Distributing people text Right to the place you're living That's not the only time that I deliver words with precision Yes I might argue for the fact that I've got better rhymes Check the way I handle bars I'm on a freaking pedal bike I'm ahead I'm the next in line Duuuh I came to give you somethin' like an STI Never mind next job yeah kitchen worker I was flipping verses quicker than burgers Licking my fingers and serving While thinking of syllables Working with different versions of tracks I wanna rap yo I'm still putting chicken in buns since I'm still getting chicks in abundance Believe I run this dreaming of drumkicks no drumsticks this ain't working properly But when I got my pen in my hand you ain't the boss of me Safe [Hook: Sylvester] Back in my home town you don't get stuff for free Right now I'm gonna take what I'm owed now Letras de cancionesThen work all day and week I got my Education (Education) My Reputation (My reputation) Education Reputation Education (oh-oh-oh) Reputation [Verse 2: Mikill Pane] Ey yo, I never gave a shit about a wage I'm glad you made my fee cease I'll count to one while you think about it mate (One bitch) Time's up You must be slow Now count yourself lucky that I ain't used a faster flow This is to every single boss that ever asked me to go Before I got the chance to quit with a sarky tone And just so every single one of you bastards know The only job I ever get now starts with blow You were just a massive moaner like a particular drawing Putting me through sh*t I'm sure was not within the law If I say I want my masters it doesn't mean I wanna be your slave It means I own all my original recordings My bars were incredibly sick but I was clocking up so many fucking hours I developed a tick So it's logical that numbers are history 'Cos add 9 to 5 (and) it's impossible to come up with 60 [Hook] [Verse 3: Rizzle] Yo, Yo, Yo, I'm a loose cannon there's no wonder why they fired me (tell em nigga) Pass the lighter please I'd like to spark him out (Slap!) What a jerk and last week my grandma didn't die I just didn't wanna work F*ck off I wanna work and I'm honest and if I'm honest you're not Jennifer Aniston in "Horrible Bosses" so drop it Before I drop in with my lyrics like at this rate I won't work at this rate Suck it have a sick day [Verse 4: Mikill Pane] The Devil's got the answer but he's got a price though He started doing deals for it a long time ago But for reasons beyond my control I was working in a shoe-shop selling the wrong type of sole I still ain't brave enough to try and speak to Satan But music pays enough to buy weed and trainers So even if I earn a little bit I don't give a damn I'm just doing this for kicks like a Rizzle fan [Hook] From Letras Mania