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letra de good ass job - oscar o'neill

[queens bound, a express]
this is…jay street-metrotech
transfer is available to the c, f and r trains

dialogue:
something about this whole ski trip don’t sound right, baby
that’s not right, martin
somebody tommy works with gave him the condo for the weekend
what?
think about it, gina…
tommy ain’t got no job

verse 1:
and this goes out to my contemporaries
two shots for my motherf-cking adversaries
-ss fat, so i asked her for a bustdown
her p-ssy smelled like the 2 train, bronx bound
i surround myself with g*niuses and visionaries
england, j-pan on the itinerary
reporting live from the mezzanine
the flow vicious, dog
i’m something like crack or methamphetamine
new york, new york, a different atmosphere
i’ll sever your body parts and shuttle all your remains towards the stratosphere
i’m nothing you’ve ever heard before
i’m a psychopath, i’ll hang my f-cking jacket on your spinal cord
and then continue to freddy kruger you losers
i’m gunning for all you n-ggas and n0body’s excluded
i’m on another level, they stuck on the elevator
i’m ’bout to blow this b-tch, derrick, press the detonator

chorus:
go brooklyn (16x)

verse 2:
you see now i’m just showing my -ss
figured i’d be destined for greatness at four and a half
now i’m taking over the game with this foot in your -ss
the jewels, the cars, the bling, dog, you do the math
the evil g*nius, the focused master
moonwalking on a corpse’s ashes
ripping out your cerebral cortex with forceps
toss your brain matter into vortex, torch it in four steps
hold check, look here, make no mistake, n-gga
pusha t minus the braids, n-gga
how would you like this right hook across your chest
as i watch you gasping for breath into respiratory arrest
school of hard knocks take notes
new b-tch everyday, diff’rent strokes
i’m on another level, they stuck on the elevator
i’m ’bout to blow this b-tch, dre, press the detonator

dialogue:
sorry we’re late, man, got held up at work
held up? (mhmm) at work? (yeah) again?
look, are we gonna play pool or not?
nah, i mean what’s the rush? we could play pool anytime
well you know we don’t sit and talk anymore
could we get around? could we yiggity yaggity yak for a minute?
huh?
martin, can we talk while we play pool, man?
nah, tommy, i wan’t your undivided attention
sit on down here, talk to me
so, so, what you been doing all day, tommy?
you know, man…working, you know? doing what i do
he’s straight up lying
uhuh…so, tommy, you mean to tell me you got a regular job like the rest of us?
h-ll yes, martin, alright? i have a job; a 9 to 5 just like all of you
folding of the arms (oh, snap!)
you see how he’s folding the arm right here?
keep it on the down, down, keep it on the down, down
and, tommy, on this normal job, tell us what you do? quick!
come on, tommy, spit it out
whatcha do?
wait a minute, martin, i don’t have to prove to you that i have a d-mn job, alright?
scratching of the head…that’s a new one
let’s check the book, let’s check the book…
what it say, baby, what it say?
hold on…
umm…according to the scratching of the head chapter
look, look, what does that say?
bald headed lie, bald headed lie
excuse me? what is all this sneaky, little whispering about?
that’s rude, that’s very, very rude

- oscar oneill

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