Yo Rhymefest, JV, come up here real quick, lemme talk
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to these mufuckers
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Wild hundreds, whatup
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Chi-Town..
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GD over here
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[Malik Yusef:]
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Imagine you was hustlin'
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The Romans came in, and somehow you was able to evade the search
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This just means your grandmama must've really, really prayed in church
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Maybe it's time for you to trade in merch for a blue collar
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(Man, I ain't workin' no job)
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Cause even if you is hustlin', you gon' need a job a job on the side
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And if you are paying part [?] then Peter [?] get robbed on the side
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If you've been in perpetual, continuous grime mode
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and only been able to get small stacks on
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Then you need something to fall back on
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But we the people the talk tall smack on
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They legislate as IF you HAD a father
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Had hot water and electricity and your mom didn't abuse you
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So like Tom, let me Cruise you through this here Minority Report
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Y'all know we ain't really run this rap shit
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And ain't got no REAL authority in sports
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And why do them fake media keep feeding you lies and tellin' you that
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All the Blacks and Latinos is out here smugglin'
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When the vast majority of minorities got two jobs, a career, and family time
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They jugglin', strugglin', to keep a [?] from kicking their rear
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This here, is for chicken and beer, some kicks and some gear
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The money for the whip and tip, we keep over here
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Tryna take a trip a year, cause you gon' need a vacation
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From all the hatin' and the pigs trynna put a seam in your wig
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You got two things, a dream and a gig
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Because you have two things, a flow and some kids
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You already know what is when you workin' a whole lotta hours
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For just a few dollars
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So I wanna hear you holler
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MISTER Blue Collar!
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(man, fuck that, man, get your hands out my pocket nigga)
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Mr. Blue Collar (Interlude)
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