Work

[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 shit about a wage

I'm glad you made my fee cease

I'll count to one while you think about it mate (One bitch)

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 bastards 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 fucking 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 nigga)

Pass the lighter please I'd like to spark him out (Slap!)

What a jerk 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]