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lirik lagu unemployment – mike’s hard and c-section

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(mike’s hard) verse 1
my clothes old but my flows new
and i tie not like a rope do
cause i gold medal when i hold steady, but i fold every so full moon
and i talk blunt what i want done, yo soy cur(d/t) that’s tofu
and i’m up late so when i awake it always bpm like a pulse do

paper focus that’s old news
i labor union when i cold brew
cause i brew long and i strike hard when i drop the lever like a toll booth

no job, no school, no significant other because i chose to
go figure out what the f-ck i be looking to doing thinking most of my brethren got no clue
you should figure it out

feel free to bicker but i’m seeing different and i’m just beginning
i gotta l-st for winning, thinking about it ever since i had a bus to get in
and i been connected to big names, so many contacts that my vision hurts
my pen working but i been worried about where i’m putting my signature

sign this, sine that
hypothetically, record labels’ll be
coming onto me, like trigonometry
i just hope i got the right angle

hey, i been living out a backpack
that way i stay portable
no twitter, no hashtag
i run it back, james orenthal

low life but i got visions of living bigger
whole life i just been thinking bout getting richer
no lie used to thinking too itty bitty
but oh my now i been getting the bigger picture

i’m certified, lifeguard
no law school, but i write bars
you wonder who about to f-ck the game, i could tell you this, “mike’s hard”

yeah, i’m unemployed but i got benefits plus vacation
i don’t stress – what a statement i breathe easy like a lung replacement
i’m better than many but i’m under greatness, you gimme time i’ll adjust the placement
i’m headed home and i’m headed back i spend half my life on a bus or plane and i’m gone

(c-section) verse 2
sh-t, ya’ll wasn’t ready for this
i been away for like 500 days but now i’m coming back with a hit
this is that heat
this is that gas
this is that sh-t that’s been making you laugh
this is that self conscious rapper, that love life disaster
without any reason to brag
no time for sleep, foot on the gas
business all week, money just adds
wood for a sheep, deals in the bag
tricks up my sleeve, houdini raps

but this ain’t a joke baby don’t you forget
i’m way too smart you’re like morty i’m rick
i’m blowing up, was it something i did?
everyone sp-cey they f-ck with the kid
fruedian rap, straight from the id
bottled it up now i take off the lid
pour up bordeaux, i take a sip
where did i go? i been off the grid
what do you know? i think i’m the sh-t
i take it slow, i’m safe in the whip
no average joe, i’m like a 6
a little below, but that’s what i get
i go hard like soft d-ck, found a job then lost it
i don’t got no options, especially when they watch this
but this is my strength, go out to eat and my girl gotta pay
she get the salad i order the steak
chilling at home while she work everyday

cause i’m a grade a sinner, my demons visit me to take me dinner
the greatest beginner, just wait till i’m bigger
i spit quicker than the thinnest of sprinters
the pick of the litter, i’m jack with the ripper
i rap with some vigor, my racks gettin thicker
you rats gettin bigger, i’m back with the kicker
i’m snacking on snickers, d-mn
i’m stuck on this track like a zipper!

you know i been snapping
everybody stop sleeping on the kid, i call it kidnapping
my life is such a f-cking mess, i need a big napkin
you would think i’m drake’s side girl’s phone, the way i been crackin
but still i’m the man, i’m dishing it out as quick as i can
this sh-t on demand, i hear what you’re saying
that i’m blowing up in this b-tch like iran
the sh-t hit the fan, i stick to the plan
getting discovered like pics on the gram
my d-ck in my hand, i rest when i can
my schedule look like the streets j-pan

you know i can spit you can’t doubt it
i been repeating my outfits
bank account look like a drought hit
first time i got laid i don’t count it
i’m in the game ya’ll around it
i’m charging it up like an outlet
i got the sauce like worcestershire, i can’t pr-nounce it

(mike’s hard) verse 3
i don’t wanna fight like a pacifist
but you bet i battle anybody with the words like i’m atticus
i don’t really follow any rules like an anarchist
pick something that i wanna do, then i master it
ugh, is he sick at the rap
co-rs- he is, like a lick of a cat
and i ain’t nothing bigger than a little blip in a map
in it but i wanna bubonic like i’mma tick on a rat
check it i said well fare to college
no necrophilia but i did nail the coffin
on getting a job when i share this project
cause this only field in which i care to frolic

(c-section) verse 4
don’t care what you call it
i’m going all in, i think i’m evolving
got air in my wallet, we sharing the profit
i live with no caution, i’m all out of options
but i got the recipe, all of ya’ll rest in peace
this is my specialty, this ain’t the best of me
sensitive s-xually, sleeping excessively
i do this regularly, parents upset with me
they telling me i need to stop
but i tell them b-tches to watch
i hope that this sh-t doesn’t flop
then i’ll have to go get a job

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