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fun - oddjobs lyrics

[intro: advizer, crescent moon, nomi, and naimles]
what you gonna do when you get on the beat? i’m gonna have some fun
what do you consider fun? fun, natural fun

[verse 1: crescent moon, advizer, and all]
cats be like, “who let that kid on the mic?”
them same ones give me pounds at the end of the night
and i’m offending em, quite those pretending to write flows
the pendulum swipes low from venomous tight clothes
your mother is your brother and your father is your daughter
your auntie is your uncle and your cousin’s underwater
now, how do you feel? is that a slap in the face?
or does no onе even notice that i’m acting this way?
you see, flowing is somеthing that i can do and you cannot
as soon as you pack up your bags and move, you lose your spot
you’ll always know you’d have plenty of food if you grew the crops
and do the knots and tie your laces ‘fore your shoes get caught
timmy’s in the mineshaft, your mind is in the gutter
i’m smashed, it’s your turn to run and tell mother
i fell under a spell to the bottom of the wishing well
throw me your chain, i’ll say thanks, then you can wish me well

[verse 2: nomi]
it’s criminal how these minimal rappers try to act seminal
but they ain’t knitted to their style
comatose, brag and boast, have a toast, grab your toes
i arose from the underground to be your host now
listen to the language of the lantern
bros like me love to break old patterns
bang that beat til the subs burn
inner city to the kids with the sunburn
rhymes churn cuz we b*tter like that
cuddle your girl and sell her a sack and sappy talk
sidewalk chalk is jagged when i’m writing
burn my books like the burial of a viking
i’m holding on to y’all by a kite string
trying to save a couple of souls with this mic thing
who am i kidding? i just wanna blow up out a 3g
and never to be known as i used to be!
[bridge: all, el*p sample]
well, this is cmi and we’re the type of guys
that’ll sacrifice our lives just to rock on the mic
we spit the type of flows to leave a wack mc spineless
(i’m only kicking some ol’ battle type rhyme sh*t)

[verse 3: naimles]
i run around and act dumb, asking chicks for back rubs
but wake up half drunk in some chump’s bathtub
i guess i got bad luck to make bad first impressions
and second guessing things always turns into 50 questions
i should make my presence known, then exit cuz feeling neglected’s
always better than not being respected
but you cats that talk trash just be making me laugh
and there’s a chance i might snap like i had a press pass
to tell you stay up, but your potential’s only half mast
i’ll play the way front, meet me at the back of the class
acting a brat, an alley cat tracking in grass
wherever you at with a knack for lacking respect
see, i’m eyes on deck right here, right now
night owl’s quite foul with consonants and vowels
spitting lyrics faster than the speed of light
so you catch their meaning before the sound waves even reach the mic

[verse 4: advizer]
i wrote an album this year and read about 50 books
gone from catching stares to nothing but shifty looks
sending a message to peasants and i’m hoping for a following
scorch land policy, torture my hand probably
i know everyone’s screaming “revolution”
when i make 33⅓ every minute, now who’s using
their time wisely? i got high anxiety, hang up
the difference between mc and rapper is broke to bankrupt
i’ve changed up the motif, tried to keep up to date
my mood fluctuates but the thermometer is stuck on 8
what a way to go out, your whole crew broke out booking
i don’t have much to say but i always know how to put it
i’m that lowkey kid on higher ground, always quiet while
these rhyming clowns below don’t know when to close they tired mouths
yo, why the frown? you’re like the pirates’ talking c*ckatoo
when i’m rocking, you can smell the testosterone of a locker room
[outro x4: all]
it’s the end of the record but we ain’t nowhere near the end

- oddjobs lyrics

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