Lyrics:
Fitter, happier
More productive
Comfortable
Not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
At ease
Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats
A patient, better driver
A safer car, baby smiling in back seat
Sleeping well, no bad dreams
No paranoia
Careful to all animals, never washing spiders down the plughole
Keep in contact with old friends, enjoy a drink now and then
Will frequently check credit at moral bank, hole in wall
Favours for favours, fond but not in love
Charity standing orders on sundays, ring-road supermarket
No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants
Car wash, also on sundays
No longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows, nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
Nothing so childish
At a better pace, slower and more calculated
No chance of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned, but powerless
An empowered and informed member of societ, pragmatism not idealism
Will not cry in public
Less chance of illness
Tires that grip in the wet, shot of baby strapped in backseat
A good memory
Still cries at a good film
Still kisses with saliva
No longer empty and frantic
Like a cat
Tied to a stick
That's driven into
Frozen winter shit, the ability to laugh at weakness
Calm, fitter, healthier and more productive
A pig in a cage on antibiotics
You keep it going, man, you keep those books rolling
You, you pick up all those books that you're gonna read
And not remember and you roll, man
You get that Associate degree, okay?
Then you get your Bachelors', then you get your Masters
Then you get your Master's masters
Then you get your Doctrine
You go, man
And then, when everybody says quit
You show them those degree, man
When everyone says, "Hey, you're not working, you're not making any money"
You say, "You look at my degrees, and you look at my life
Yeah, I'm 52, so what?"
Oh shit my phone's ringin', this gotta' be some money right here (hello?)
M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas who associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Have at least a M
I don't even associate with niggas whose associates don't have at least a M
Ray Cash
I'd like to bring up a gentleman who's got something to say to Johnny Cash
This gentleman you all know, the associate warden Mr. Fausman
Good to see you sir. You want Mr. John Cash, don't ya
Sorta like to, yes. Johnny
Johnny a little memento from Folsom prison.
Frank Butler to give the closing prayer
But before I do that, I want to thank you men
And also Warden Nelson, associate Warden James Park
And Chaplain Ethelman
For allowing me to come and spend this hour of worship with you here
At San Quinton Garden Chapel
It's an hour I will never forget
And now, here's Reverend Frank Butler
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don't associate with the Negroes
You wanna be just like Jack
But Jack is calling you a nigger behind your back
So back off genius
I don't need you to correct my broken English
You know that's right
You ain't white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you can't pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
Joyner, Joyner
Yeah
I can tell they switchin' when I read the signs
Ain't too many left in my circle, had to re-design (ayy)
I got comfortable with disappointment, so I'll be just fine (yeah)
Rather be alone, I've been valuin' my peace of mind (yeah)
Keep it funky, we don't need to vibe
If you hit my line and I don't answer, don't you be surprised (yeah)
You ain't on my wave (whoa), hope that you can read between the lines (whoa)
I don't think we need no ties (yeah), I don't, ah
Yeah, rather not associate with suckers, we don't need no ties
Sick of niggas actin' like they motherfuckin' sneaker size
You ain't real, I knew it, you too good at playin' peek-and-hide (yeah)
I ain't wanna do it, but I'm 'bout to be on demon time
Yeah, twin Glocks, call 'em Nina Sky
They gon' move your body, then somebody 'bout to see you die
Bitch, don't make me violate, you gon' make me show my evil side
Bitch, don't get me started, 'cause you know that I'ma need to slide
Wait (Joyner), I honestly might
I used to call you my twin, but really, the truth is we not too alike
I used to think all that loyalty shit is as easy as ridin' a bike (damn)
I did a lot for the same niggas who wanna kill me and drop me on sight (sight)
Yeah, I went to war with some niggas
Who stabbed me and threw me on top of the knife
That was the day that I realized
As long as I'm winnin', a nigga can plot on my life (wow)
Yeah, I told myself, boy, you gotta just shoot when the shit hit the fan
If I make it out then I'ma stick to the plan
I hope that you bitches are good with the hands, I'm startin' a fight
Right?
Here is the news
Look at that building
Look at this man
Haloed and whitewashed
Gone to find a cheaper hand
He'll offer a pound
Offer a pound
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
Pay for your freedom
Or find another gate
Guilt by associate
The rushes wilted a long time ago
Guilty as you go
Stay off that highway
Word is, it's not so safe
The grasses that hide the greenback
The amber waves of gain again
The amber waves of grain
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
La-la-la la la lye
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
Here is the news
Look at that building
Look at this man
Haloed and whitewashed
Gone to find a cheaper hand
He'll offer a pound
Offer a pound
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
Pay for your freedom
Or find another gate
Guilt by associate
The rushes wilted a long time ago
Guilty as you go
Stay off that highway
Word is, it's not so safe
The grasses that hide the greenback
The amber waves of gain again
The amber waves of grain
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
La-la-la la la lye
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
La-la-la la la lye (green grow the rushes go)
And yes, okay, look, I do have a lot of "friends"
Well, uh, associates, I like to think of them as creative date associates
I mean, Yvette is my associate, Donna's my associate
I mean, I'm just tryin' to enjoy myself, but you keep callin' me a dog
Oh, I'm a dog?
I'm like that, it's like that (look at me)
Charlie Hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass ho
Squattin' four times ga-uh gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs
Uh, sound system on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap (burnt in my lap)
Smokin' trees with the window up (windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle finger up
I don't associate or surround myself with CI's
Confidential informants, snitches, affidavits, stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin' it real tough
With the, PI's, hustlers, tycoons
Gangsters killers that might not even look like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benz's
Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigga-ish niggaroles, lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs
Biatch
Freezer burn platinum on my pinky (look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies (look at me)
I'm like that, it's like that, what?
Switch, switch, switch, switch
I ain't one to be questioned
About who and where I've been
I ain't one to be questioned
About what time I came in
Trying to squeeze, baby please
Hit the road and don't come back
'Cause I can't trust a relationship
With no trust and that's a fact
Switch
Don't take no mess from nobody
Switch
If they act up just leave 'em alone
Switch
Don't take no mess from nobody
Switch
When ya done wit 'em you can send 'em home
I won't answer to no one
Until I feel I'm ready to
I'm gonna have my fun
Doin' the things I like to do
See I need space get off my case
Stop breathin' down my back
'Cause we ain't gotta relationship
If that's how you have to act
Commitment true devotion
Right now is not the way
For you to come at me
When I need it
I'm sure you'll be the first to know
But for now, in my plans, no demands
I'm gonna have to make a
Switch
Throw his behind in a ditch
While my definition states as it relates
To us mates, one eliminates
Solely contemplates n' de associates
Like my new drink was V-8's
Just as quick as I get in it
I'll drop 'em in a minute
Like the dollaz
In my pocket, Speedy Gonzalez
Couldn't stop the way I spin it
I'm known for breakin' every speed limit
This switch could be infinite
I said L to da E to da F to the T to da E to the Y
Because I'm so fly
Bring it back to the E, so come and see me
At the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I said if you man starts actin' up
Switch and take his friend
Erase, replace, embrace, new face come on
Erase, replace, embrace, new face
Switch
Don't take no mess from nobody
Switch
If they act up just leave 'em alone
Switch
Don't take no mess from nobody
Switch
When ya done wit 'em you can send 'em home
Switch
Don't take no mess from nobody
Switch
Oh that's my bestest
Bestie, and she gets beastie
And she's my favorite babysitter 'cause the children never exit
I was taught to act my shoe size, I'm eleven and a half
Cock the umbrella 'cause when I spit Seven on your ass
It's gonna be mid stage Coachella
Shake fagot ass keep hatin'
But I work hard for the shit that I got
So I still fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Planet Earth
All associates can suck cock
I will make the most of this
"F" is for ferocious, murder your associates
The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong
Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on, Weez'
And we don't want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time
'Til he almost began to negotiate
She held his head like a baby and said "It's okay if you cry"
Now he wants her to dress as if you couldn't guess
He desires to impress his associates
But he's part ugly beast and Hellenic deceased
So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny
[Chorus]
She won't practice the looks from the great tragic books
That were later defaced, disgraced celluloid
It don't even make sense but you can bet
If she isn't a sweetheart, a plaything or pet
The film turns her into an unveiled threat
Nonsense prevails, modesty fails
Grace and virtue turn into stupidity
While the calendar fades almost all barricades to a pale compromise
Our leaders have feasts on the backsides of beasts
They still think they're the gods of antiquity
If something you missed didn't even exist
It was just an ideal
Is that such a surprise?
Franklin, how can you say you promote christian values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
The records that I've sold, Bobby V going gold
And all them number one chart positions that I hold
The money and the wealth, well, I'll keep it to myself
But I'm always willin' to share the firepower on the shelf
I'm shiny star spanglin', ding-a-ling danglin'
Luda, the sheet swisha, broke the record of Wilt Chamberlain
I'm College Park rangerin', Houston, Tex mangerin'
So get down or lay down and see these middle finger rings
I'm banging in the East, West, South, all over the map, boy
I do it for myself, my daughter, and all these trap boyz
Lac boyz, candy and paint, paper we stack boy
But semi-automatic so make the click get back boy
Click, since I was born, I've been the shit
And money speaks for itself so I ain't never said, shit
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
Niggaz best to start runnin', hidin', dodgin', and duckin'
'Cause them trill niggaz comin', ridin', cockin', and buckin'
Bitch you fucking with a monster, a beast like no other
The hardest nigga living since my motherfucking brother
So duck and cover, duck and roll, hit the deck
We comin' for money and your motherfuckin' respect
But we ain't taking no checks, money orders or visas
Your life is on the line so don't motherfuckin' tease us
You gonna need Jesus, to hold you and help ya
Cause you fuckin' with me, bitch, you gonna see helter skelter
That heat gon melt ya, this steel gon gut ya
You're lame ass nigga, know ya nolia then fuck ya
Bitch, I stopped giving a damn when pimp went to the pen
So not everyone's associates and nobody's friends
Just make sure to get my ends and nobody gets hurt
Before I put somebody's children under motherfuckin' dirt, fuck it
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill
All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip
Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit
All this useless beauty
Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time
Till he almost began to negotiate
She held his head like a baby and said "it's okay if you cry"
Now he wants her to dress as if you couldn't guess
He desires to impress his associates
But he's part ugly beast and Hellenic deceased
So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny
What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
All this useless beauty
Good Friday arrived, the sky darkened on time
Till he almost began to negotiate
She held his head like a baby and said "it's okay if you cry"
Now he wants her to dress as if you couldn't guess
He desires to impress his associates
But he's part ugly beast and Hellenic deceased
So she finds that the mixture is hard to deny
What shall we do, what shall we do with all this useless beauty?
I will make the most of this
"F" is for ferocious, murder your associates
The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong
Keep a hard- for your girlfriend to wobble on, Weez'
And we don't want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Mark:
But, don't leave the theater yet, 'cause there's still more to come, but before we go on, I want to introduce to you my friend and musical associate, Howard Kaylan, who's going to give us all a final closing benediction
They're gonna clear out the studio
They're gonna tear down all the...
It's Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more K
'Telligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes
Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase
Push weight, this Colgate
Tre-eights and old gates
Exfoliate those we most hate, we don't associate
We wear robes that you can't even pronounce-iate
We eat foods where you can't even pronounce you ate
Cribs where the floor just rises up and rotates
Locations low-key, can't even locate
Twin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates
Tea makin' us so much cream, we bought gold plates
Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades
It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge
Five-seven MB, yo, metallic green
Seats is piped off
Seize them old tracks, unite through 'em
The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on
While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on
I'm known to wile out, put the cams on
Jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams on
A specialist when I'm bakin'
Rhymes be comin' out, we makin'
We challengin' these chumps for lumps
Here's the statement: stop hatin'
The crew is all about gettin' this cake in
You know about me, you relatin'
The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZA
Both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures
Mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers and beer drinkers
Prince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkers
Cake in the oven, Superbad like McLovin
Huggin' all four boroughs
Puffin' herb with my cousin
Academically speaking, rap vocabulary's weakenin'
I felt it comin' like the Weeknd when these starboys start tweakin'
Sporadic pill-poppin' of OxyContin
Ill-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten
The travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted
Diluted, broken down to a catastrophe
But cats still get the trophy
Hit y'all with their "Okie-dokie"
Burt Reynolds, Bandit, goddammit
Where the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one
I got a light-beam gun
I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from
But you'll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery
My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity
You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me
Wu Killa Bee, but I'm not big on bigotry
Old-school on this track, I feel invincible
This new school ain't really got rules and lacks the principles
Got mo' clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical
The gun smokey, Robinson, you need a Miracle
Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical
When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals
The stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminals
Y'all don't even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable
We're the unpredictable, torture over your physical
Drop a bar, used to pour water over the cereal
Another bar, reppin' my squad, not individual
But one Nation under God, that's indivisible
My time critical, hands-off from digital
Me and my lady bark, back when the Planets was Digable
I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that
I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on
It's only Logic, we got 'em mobber than the mosh pit
Fifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropics
The hot shit I drop quick
Major player, watch my stock lift
Razor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or what
Sound boy, turn that music up
Naysayer, you ain't even got a clue what's up
Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy
Everything circulate back around eventually
Witty, unpredictable, talent all-natural
Gain, Wu-Tang pumpin' through your veins
Twenty-five years, still more of the same
The flow like water with the boilin' flame
INS, your highness, they callin' my name
Boy, I wet the scene similar to fallin' rain
In our own lane, y'all soundin' all the same
Tell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain
Survival of the fittest in cold days with no money
They don't want me with stacks, they better take it from me
You know the currency gone soon as you break a twenty
So I ain't down if you ain't talkin that band language
Dear Lord, I'm tryna buy me a train with it
An airplane, see me flyin' to Spain with it
But money don't make me, and I ain't gonna change with it
I'm in the hood, lookin' good, the way I came with it
Do it for the Cs, they understood the game with it
We gave birth when we understood the pain with it
When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger
We killin' each other, but we all got the same anger
Never go against the grain, homie, that's hateful
Another day in the life for us to be grateful
Spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful
It's better to stay full, so let's make moves
I know your momma told you that I was a great dude
These dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape you
On some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake you
What?
Can't no bitch with no bills on her list
Tell me how to run my agenda
Who are these dudes still
Yelling from their rooms
Staying home with their moms like a husband
Oh
Little bag niggas don't associate with 'em
Wanna be a god but still on the true religion
Can't come, nope put my hand up on the boat
You are not from the land I swim from
No time for the petty nonsense
Signing big deals in the conference room
Please don't insult my intelligence
My mindset is greater than your relevance
I, couldn't get a hold of your name there
Can't stay long 'cause the
Money's on hold and
I gotta pick it up like daycare
You know I gotta pick it
Up I don't play fair
Gotta pick it up from the floor
Gonna make it hard for these
Hating ass niggas to ignore
Never give a nigga your location
Who's been giving niggas admiration?
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
I'm'a play yo' ass out like a game on my little Sega Genesis, ha
This inappropriate, fuck is we talkin' for when we ain't even associates?
Ass lyrical beatings, straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
