Worker's Comp

[Intro: The Thought] Y’know, I guess all my heroes really are cornballs… And that’s why… [Verse: The Thought] I’m hesitant being a fan ‘Cause you never know who they standing with Talking one way, out their neck, on a record But checks put the pressure, they ended up holding hands With exactly the person they mentioned in lectures Their ethics get blurry when staring At bands, how the circumstance Made for an empty gesture, choke on my words singing Praises for man, rolled on a stretcher And placed in an ambulance, I haven’t been Living life lavish, I’ve had it with caping for rappers Who faking their substance Thought “my word is bond” was the practice And took it for granted, but that was an accident I need Worker’s Comp for the verses redacted They so full of shit that their colon’s impacted I’m actually mad at the liars, they had to supply us With lines sounding pious, while wearing a wire So they could get back with the opposition Give ‘em every tactic, what a misnomer Cut a fascist, bleed a politician (exposure!) When they snapping a pic of the mob, it’s a flash What’s done in the dark comes to light But how can you trash on yourself? That makes you a mark And a blight on the culture, a soldier turned vulture An agent provocateur Bolstering pockets is vulgar When all of your statements were premature Got your foot in the door, then you slammed it Took off with your newfound advantage, ravage the stances That made you a name we respected We pulling the handle, your seat at the table ejected! Bro! You ain’t scaring the hoes, you scaring the Jews! He’s wearing a Burzum shirt! Posing for pics, standing right next to you! [Bridge: LVLC] Dru keep telling me not to rap about shit like this ‘Cause she tired of… she tired of this, of me rapping about being broke I’m not rapping about being broke, bitch I’m rapping about how I need to get paid! [Verse: LVLC] My wallet on E for Effort, but effort don’t pay what I need And what I need is greener pastures, a fee to eat Or something clean to sleep in, or feed my family Guy, I feel like Peter Griffin, heater tripping Cold is creeping, my feet are freezing Numb to the touch, feel like my feet are missing But I just keep running and running Feel like I’m Forrest and Jenny just told me she “miss me” Like, “miss me with it”, no commas, then problems Come quickly, and mixing don’t cost “free”, idiot! My time isn’t cheap and you wanted a feature But mad ‘cause I’m working with people who Pay me, period, point blank, they paint me Insidious, don’t they? But the further I go When my door closed, they possessed to say I’m the “evil one”, won’t they? I won’t pay them no mind Just pay what you owe me this time Consider us done, we ain’t working for fun ‘Cause fun never owed me a dime, you do bitch! Now get the fuck out my sight… Jesus fucking Christ [Bridge: LVLC] You think… I do all this shit and you fuckers think this shit’s free? Friendship don’t pay the bills, hoe! [Bridge: K Folks] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Look, I don’t ever be knowing what This nigga The Thought be talking about in none of his tracks, bro He got all these lyrics and vocab, and I’m all over here like… [Verse: K Folks] She wanna cop the Dior But we broke, I informed, but my consonance on So it’s time that I body this, I rap like I’m hard But my feelings like formula, way that I mix ‘em and bottle it, and these rappers Do not have a clue what I’m talking ‘bout Hiding the fact that their child is fatherless Don’t be mad that I know what I know But be mad when you watch me explode, and you home And you picking at holes in your couch, and you mocking it I got no problems with poverty But your attitude’s surely indicative And I’m sick of your mouth, put a dick in it Hope your lazy ass show initiative Looks so sad, yeah, bro’s down abysmal White, black stripes, yeah I feel so official Shoot for the stars, blast off like a missile Wear a raincoat, making all the girls drizzle, drizzle Oh shit… (‘Cause I wanna make it, so badly) [Outro: K Folks] Shouts out Tommy Richman The Thought (They don't know that...) K Folks (We really be doing this shit) VA on top (Like really doing this shit, it's just- It's just time they found out)