Hardwork

Yes, he was international, he was the man Yeah, the best that ever did it, you know what I'm saying Yeah, hell yeah Did his teachings actually shape your philosophy? Yeah, yeah, I listened from the beginning all the way to the end John Matrix, I push the Dr. Spock spaceship Waffles on the block, paving The blocks raving I'm cross training I'm at the top stock trading Stop hating I put the long days in Picture painting, patience Processing information At my easel, articulating This is sacred The script fits the mission statement I'm blazing in the basement decision making 100 miles and running The hook'll clean your clock McLovin Jobs a good'n, don't knock it youngen Life is great, I'm out in space bumping Isaac Hayes We bun Hawaiian Grape I Say Grace I'm a hard workin' man I'm doing the best I can Gonna drive me to my grave I'm a hard workin' man I'm doing the best i can Gonna drive me to my grave Beat the punani, eat unagi I'm in the lobby at the Inter Conti Back in India like Indira Ghandi Me and my Kimosabe 16bit Atari '96 Huarache sprinting past the federali I got two zeds of Lemon on me Likkle bit of dizzle in my watermelon Slushy I'm dipping on a desert in a buggie Back at the rack the chef prepares a Teppanyaki Fam, I've been about it From way back when I was ticking ounces Traps in different houses You don't know shit about it Your vision clouded I stack dough, sit and count it You got a shit accountant I went from selling drugs to the tennis club Put a chicken in a fur and a Fendi clutch Forty pound Porter House I just bought them out Celebrate with a Rioja and a quarter ounce I'm a hard workin' man I'm doing the best I can Gonna drive me to my grave I'm a hard workin' man I'm doing the best I can Gonna drive me to my grave Rowdy Roddy Piper Dodgy driver Push the gas with my foot in the Benassi slider You push a Morris Minor Push up your lighter I blaze the tree like a forest fire I ain't no Maradonna I'm a man of honour Making money off my tree like an apple farmer Wha s'happenin', partner I'm out in Bratislava Smoking marijuana, sipping hand-crafted lager We selling powder Twenty pounder at the deli counter Sniff the shit that give you special power I know the game like Beckenbauer I roll the Lemon Sour Buds are big like bouquets of wedding flowers Aristocratic gambler I'm with the baggage handler Mans in Madagascar bumping Ravi Shanker Slippy salamander Big up my clique like Adam Sandler I spit that Abra Cadabra I'm a hard workin' man I'm doing the best I can Gonna drive me to my grave I'm a hard workin' man I'm doing the best I can Gonna drive me to my grave