SURVIVAL OF THE HARDEST WORKING

Let’s go …. I’m getting overloaded with that junk

You can tell I’m not a punk as I go for the slam-dunk.

Go for a ride and I might go psycho

Get it together and it might go

Bam!! And I don’t care for Christmas

Step under the mistletoe, watch who the hell you kiss

Let’s not even waste a second about the 25th

Hell is on earth, a few are born with the gift

Of the gab, make a grab, jump in a cab

With the intentions never to pay the tab

Survival of the hardest working

See them at The Borderline going berzerking.

Rooting for the boys from Choice and for Steve Wren

Max and Dave, Dj Pogo and I’m here again.

Who? I know you all know the coo

Clear the way; make space ’cause we’re coming through.

How long will it take to get it through my mind is made up

Motherfuckas ain’t paid up.

Not even a penny, many they jump on the bandwagon

They’ll kill to learn bragging.

But they can’t handle this one, hang around or miss one

Check out how it’s done, see how they run.

Now hard is for the two they call 60

Don’t play me no tricks T, put it in the mix B

Survival of the hardest working.

Ay yo! Stupid little games are for the kiddie boys

Making the kiddie noise with their kiddie toys.

You can tell so very well some brothers do it well

Some brothers raise hell. Go for the B the L

See they bug a few of us with their attitude

Showing no gratitude, so they be making us get rude.

Now get a triple helping of another set

Making it for the real so you can go ahead and bet your life

Guys like us we ain’t known for fucking around

Go tell your daddy boy to get me my twenty pounds

Or be a baddy boy playing the baddy games

Until I get what you owe I won’t forget your

Dicky dicky dick-head names and faces

Plus you got to know the real reason why he says this

While a chase the 35 down the street

With a bag on my shoulder like I told ya

Rappy-headed rappers wanna sound happy

But I ain’t never gonna be ready to take that crappy

Shit that you’re feeding them other guys

Telling ’em biddy biddy lies, with your beady beady eyes

Wait a second you dummy boy

Could you handle the truth or would you run to your mummy boy

Just to get a little biddy mummy hug

Or maybe you’d be better of taking a dummy drug

Survival of the hardest working.

Now I know about the tricks of the tricky trade

I got a simple plan to be as sharp as a razor blade

With a jagged edge with a jagged edge

Now they’re on the run and we all know they all want some.

Women open legs and get a deal quick

So very real quick, but I guess they’re real sick

Dipping to the lowest of the low

And slipping with the slowest of the slow, you know!

So many minds are getting caged

And so many rappers are getting out-staged

Beaten to the ground, getting stepped on and crushed

And all the record stores are getting rushed.

Now what you get from us is not a fairy tale

See I could bury your tail and if I had to I’d jump bail

And run run run like a mad boy

Keeping well away from the bad boy

And still I’ll be causing all the havoc known to man

By doing the best I can

The wacker jack, cracker jack calling me the newer jack

It’s better than being an idiot jack

Survival of the hardest working.