Work lyrics

[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
Then 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 sh*t about a wage
I'm glad you made my fee cease
I'll count to one while you think about it mate (One b*tch)
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 bast*rds 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 f*cking 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 n*gga)
Pass the lighter please I'd like to spark him out (Slap!)
What a j*rk 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]