Rhymefest, Malik Yusef - Mr. Blue Collar lyrics
[Rhymefest, Malik Yusef - Mr. Blue Collar lyrics]
Yo Rhymefest, JV, come up here real quick
Lemme talk to these mufuckers
Wild hundreds, whatup chi Town
GD over here
Imagine you was hustlin' the Romans came in
And somehow you was able to evade the search
This just means your
Grandmama must've really
Really prayed in church
Maybe it's time for you to trade
In merch for a blue collar
(Man, I ain't workin' no job)
Cause even if you is hustlin'
You gon' need a job a job on the side
And if you are paying part then
Peter get robbed on the side
If you've been in perpetual
Continuous grime mode
And only been able to get small stacks on
Then you need something to fall back on
But we the people the talk tall smack on
They legislate as IF you HAD a father
Had hot water and electricity and
Your mom didn't abuse you so like Tom
Let me Cruise you through
This here Minority Report
Y'all know we ain't really run this rap shit
And ain't got no REAL authority in sports
And why do them fake media keep feeding
You lies and tellin' you that
All the Blacks and Latinos
Is out here smugglin'
When the vast majority of minorities
Got two jobs, a career, and family time
They jugglin', strugglin'
To keep a from kicking their rear
This here, is for chicken and beer
Some kicks and some gear
The money for the whip and tip
We keep over here tryna take a trip a year
Cause you gon' need a vacation
From all the hatin' and the pigs trynna
Put a seam in your wig
You got two things, a dream and a gig
Because you have two things
A flow and some kids
You already know what is when you
Workin' a whole lotta hours
For just a few dollars
So I wanna hear you holler
MISTER Blue Collar! (man, fuck that, man
Get your hands out my pocket nigga)
Lemme talk to these mufuckers
Wild hundreds, whatup chi Town
GD over here
Imagine you was hustlin' the Romans came in
And somehow you was able to evade the search
This just means your
Grandmama must've really
Really prayed in church
Maybe it's time for you to trade
In merch for a blue collar
(Man, I ain't workin' no job)
Cause even if you is hustlin'
You gon' need a job a job on the side
And if you are paying part then
Peter get robbed on the side
If you've been in perpetual
Continuous grime mode
And only been able to get small stacks on
Then you need something to fall back on
But we the people the talk tall smack on
They legislate as IF you HAD a father
Had hot water and electricity and
Your mom didn't abuse you so like Tom
Let me Cruise you through
This here Minority Report
Y'all know we ain't really run this rap shit
And ain't got no REAL authority in sports
And why do them fake media keep feeding
You lies and tellin' you that
All the Blacks and Latinos
Is out here smugglin'
When the vast majority of minorities
Got two jobs, a career, and family time
They jugglin', strugglin'
To keep a from kicking their rear
This here, is for chicken and beer
Some kicks and some gear
The money for the whip and tip
We keep over here tryna take a trip a year
Cause you gon' need a vacation
From all the hatin' and the pigs trynna
Put a seam in your wig
You got two things, a dream and a gig
Because you have two things
A flow and some kids
You already know what is when you
Workin' a whole lotta hours
For just a few dollars
So I wanna hear you holler
MISTER Blue Collar! (man, fuck that, man
Get your hands out my pocket nigga)