Il testo della I rock

It is insulting
'cause i can't rap for my job, job, job, job, job
I'd quit this bullshit
But i can't live like a slob, slob, slob, slob, slob
The way i want to baby
Swimming in hip-hop-hip-hop-hip
I want to sing for you and show you how i rock

My situation's kinda dire
Because i'm one of the livest rhymers
That's also a nine-to-fiver
(i gotta wait until nighttime)
To rhyme in ciphers
My supervisor's always asking why my eyes are tired
I thank god i'm not a firefighter
'cause every morning i drink coffee
'til i'm nice and wired
It keeps me up until lunchtime
And then i eat but the niggeritis is unkind
I fell asleep at a red light one time
In front of middle schoolers on an afternoon bus ride
I'm unsigned
So that's how it is sometimes
Wishing i could punch my card with a punch line

Every night something's crackin'
From regular grungy rapping
To underground funk and dancing
I put my best foot first
On monday nights with blaque whole suns at the good hurt
I go to work then i rap at night
And so my tuesday appetite's satisfied at raggsta nites
I've seen more rump than an ass doctor
On wednesday nights with tommy blak at the grasshopper
Or i could roll to the lower end
If i can't pay the toll
I gotta ask no again
(thursday's work day)
You already knowing kid
I'm a j.u.i.c.e. board member and a blowedian
My friday night yearning hunger
Is curbed with serving suckers and herbs at the urban underground
Hear the sound of a tired rapper
(down the street in chinatown at the firecracker)