Sweatshop Union - High Grade lyrics
[Sweatshop Union - High Grade lyrics]
We put the boom back in the boom bap
The pre-bling rap
That Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back
When you hear it you can feel it
In the pit of your soul
This is the high-grade shit and you know
I could've been a doctor
Earned a living properly
Never had to worry about no cops and robbers
No problems with anything at all
Have a fancy office with some
Paintings on the wall
And a sexy secretary in it, playin with my
Yeah it may have been cool
But, I chose to rock shows
Instead of staying in school
And I know a lot of folks
Who probably say it was stupid
Like "He used to get such
Good grades as a student"
But, I keep makin that music
And makin my moves
With the crew, always on the road
Prayin the future brings us enough so
We're not scraping for loot
Everytime we come home and
Rent payments are due
That's why sometimes I'm not in
The greatest of moods
Watching sub par rappers with
Mercedes and jewels so we spit fire at them
And after they're raw torched
We point and laugh at them
Like Statler and Waldorf
Boo! Boo!
It was the worst thing I've ever heard!
It was terrible! Horrendous!
Well it wasn't that bad oh yeah?
There were parts of it I liked
Yeah, I liked a lot of it
Yeah, It was good actually it was great!
It was wonderful! Bravo! More! More! More!
We put the boom back in the boom bap
The pre-bling rap
That Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back
When you hear it you can feel it
In the pit of your soul
It's the high-grade shit and you know it
Now if I come off rude, it's a temporary mood
It's probably just that I need to
Get a plate of food
If you see me on the ave and I walk right by
Please assume that I didn't see
You walk right by
If you heard I'm making money
And it's changing my life
Please believe that I know my wrongs
And I'm making them right
And if I die tonight and this is my last song
Send a prayer to my grandma
To get my ass home
Take a walk with that negative talk, jack
This is true life, no remake in the contract
Who me? I be making them bomb tracks for days
Yo, you heard the songs that we make
We put the boom back in the boom bap
The pre-bling rap
That Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back
When you hear it you can feel it
In the pit of your soul
It's the high-grade shit and you know it
It was wonderful! Bravo!
I loved it! It was great!
Well, it was pretty good well, it wasn't bad
There were parts of it that
I weren't very good, though
It could've been a lot better
I didn't really like it
It was pretty terrible it was bad!
It was awful! It was terrible!
Get them away! Boo!
The pre-bling rap
That Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back
When you hear it you can feel it
In the pit of your soul
This is the high-grade shit and you know
I could've been a doctor
Earned a living properly
Never had to worry about no cops and robbers
No problems with anything at all
Have a fancy office with some
Paintings on the wall
And a sexy secretary in it, playin with my
Yeah it may have been cool
But, I chose to rock shows
Instead of staying in school
And I know a lot of folks
Who probably say it was stupid
Like "He used to get such
Good grades as a student"
But, I keep makin that music
And makin my moves
With the crew, always on the road
Prayin the future brings us enough so
We're not scraping for loot
Everytime we come home and
Rent payments are due
That's why sometimes I'm not in
The greatest of moods
Watching sub par rappers with
Mercedes and jewels so we spit fire at them
And after they're raw torched
We point and laugh at them
Like Statler and Waldorf
Boo! Boo!
It was the worst thing I've ever heard!
It was terrible! Horrendous!
Well it wasn't that bad oh yeah?
There were parts of it I liked
Yeah, I liked a lot of it
Yeah, It was good actually it was great!
It was wonderful! Bravo! More! More! More!
We put the boom back in the boom bap
The pre-bling rap
That Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back
When you hear it you can feel it
In the pit of your soul
It's the high-grade shit and you know it
Now if I come off rude, it's a temporary mood
It's probably just that I need to
Get a plate of food
If you see me on the ave and I walk right by
Please assume that I didn't see
You walk right by
If you heard I'm making money
And it's changing my life
Please believe that I know my wrongs
And I'm making them right
And if I die tonight and this is my last song
Send a prayer to my grandma
To get my ass home
Take a walk with that negative talk, jack
This is true life, no remake in the contract
Who me? I be making them bomb tracks for days
Yo, you heard the songs that we make
We put the boom back in the boom bap
The pre-bling rap
That Johnny Cash meets BB King rap
Yo, bring that back
When you hear it you can feel it
In the pit of your soul
It's the high-grade shit and you know it
It was wonderful! Bravo!
I loved it! It was great!
Well, it was pretty good well, it wasn't bad
There were parts of it that
I weren't very good, though
It could've been a lot better
I didn't really like it
It was pretty terrible it was bad!
It was awful! It was terrible!
Get them away! Boo!