| Song | Live from the Plantation |
| Artist | Mr. Lif |
| Album | I Phantom |
| 作曲 : Haynes | |
| {*alarm ringing*} | |
| "Oh my fucking god man, ahhh. fucking serious" | |
| Jesus Christ, man. already? | |
| Man, time flies like a motherfucker." | |
| Rise and shine! | |
| Yet another day to toss away | |
| What does my clock display? | |
| It says eight | |
| Shit, I'm late for work again, so then | |
| I dip with my pad and my pen | |
| Step into the work place with my work face | |
| Wince at my time card cuz I'm scarred | |
| Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and gets me | |
| A trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty | |
| Now I'm off to slave quarters | |
| With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters | |
| Working so they can be mothers and fathers | |
| Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers | |
| More petty cash to his bums and paupers | |
| Kissing his ass cuz they hoping they prosper | |
| Here's the math: | |
| You work a third of the day, away | |
| The government takes a third of ya check, correct | |
| You go home and drink cuz you don't get | |
| An ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked | |
| Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute | |
| It's temporary, not infinite | |
| Yet I find myself looking at the clock | |
| hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself "Why?" | |
| I'm doing this remedial work for second graders | |
| I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so | |
| Maybe I should just jump up and get ill | |
| Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed | |
| Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid | |
| Cuz I gotta pay bills, raa! | |
| "Excuse me brother, can you please stop making that noise | |
| so I can talk? Thank you. Now the boss says he wants you to come up | |
| with more copies of these checks, and the last thing he wants is you to | |
| move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?" | |
| ("Hey there champ, big boss man says you been late | |
| 3 days in a row, better sharpen up") | |
| Aw, this fucking place sucks - same shit everyday | |
| Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could come true | |
| Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross | |
| I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust | |
| How much did it cost? | |
| Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind | |
| "But he's bleeding!" | |
| Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine | |
| He'll heal on his own | |
| if you just give him some time | |
| Considering the fact that his face is misaligned | |
| His legs are over there lying right next to his spine | |
| "Lunchtime!" Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming | |
| My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole | |
| Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow | |
| He's cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though | |
| Tickled by the fact that I'm the modern day Sambo | |
| And just when I think that I'm about to go Rambo | |
| I call up my man and he says he understands, yo | |
| We all are being murdered by a similar process | |
| Whether you work at the candy store | |
| Or slave at the office | |
| The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy | |
| They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony | |
| But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune | |
| Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume | |
| Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room | |
| Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom | |
| But since I really ain't getting paid for my time | |
| I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme | |
| Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk? | |
| Don't you dare approach me with busy work | |
| Take another step and get hurt | |
| By the man that embodies mad years of anger | |
| A cool bro, soon to be the Boston Strangler | |
| Everything inside of me is about to erupt | |
| Cuz a righteous individual dislikes the corrupt | |
| I knew he'd lock me up if I started a brawl | |
| So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall | |
| "Yea that's right motherfucker | |
| you can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time | |
| That's gonna resort to crime. | |
| As a matter of fact, you know what? | |
| Faks, yo cut this motherfucker, man." | |
| 9-1-1 |
| zuò qǔ : Haynes | |
| alarm ringing | |
| " Oh my fucking god man, ahhh. fucking serious" | |
| Jesus Christ, man. already? | |
| Man, time flies like a motherfucker." | |
| Rise and shine! | |
| Yet another day to toss away | |
| What does my clock display? | |
| It says eight | |
| Shit, I' m late for work again, so then | |
| I dip with my pad and my pen | |
| Step into the work place with my work face | |
| Wince at my time card cuz I' m scarred | |
| Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and gets me | |
| A trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty | |
| Now I' m off to slave quarters | |
| With a whole bunch of other people' s sons and daughters | |
| Working so they can be mothers and fathers | |
| Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers | |
| More petty cash to his bums and paupers | |
| Kissing his ass cuz they hoping they prosper | |
| Here' s the math: | |
| You work a third of the day, away | |
| The government takes a third of ya check, correct | |
| You go home and drink cuz you don' t get | |
| An ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked | |
| Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute | |
| It' s temporary, not infinite | |
| Yet I find myself looking at the clock | |
| hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself " Why?" | |
| I' m doing this remedial work for second graders | |
| I' m an educator with megaflavor, so | |
| Maybe I should just jump up and get ill | |
| Maybe I should let these people know they' re being killed | |
| Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid | |
| Cuz I gotta pay bills, raa! | |
| " Excuse me brother, can you please stop making that noise | |
| so I can talk? Thank you. Now the boss says he wants you to come up | |
| with more copies of these checks, and the last thing he wants is you to | |
| move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?" | |
| " Hey there champ, big boss man says you been late | |
| 3 days in a row, better sharpen up" | |
| Aw, this fucking place sucks same shit everyday | |
| Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could come true | |
| Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross | |
| I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust | |
| How much did it cost? | |
| Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind | |
| " But he' s bleeding!" | |
| Oh no, leave him. He' ll be fine | |
| He' ll heal on his own | |
| if you just give him some time | |
| Considering the fact that his face is misaligned | |
| His legs are over there lying right next to his spine | |
| " Lunchtime!" Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming | |
| My boss walks by, he' s looking just like an asshole | |
| Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow | |
| He' s cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though | |
| Tickled by the fact that I' m the modern day Sambo | |
| And just when I think that I' m about to go Rambo | |
| I call up my man and he says he understands, yo | |
| We all are being murdered by a similar process | |
| Whether you work at the candy store | |
| Or slave at the office | |
| The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy | |
| They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony | |
| But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune | |
| Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume | |
| Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain' t any room | |
| Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom | |
| But since I really ain' t getting paid for my time | |
| I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme | |
| Can' t you see that I' m busy, jerk? | |
| Don' t you dare approach me with busy work | |
| Take another step and get hurt | |
| By the man that embodies mad years of anger | |
| A cool bro, soon to be the Boston Strangler | |
| Everything inside of me is about to erupt | |
| Cuz a righteous individual dislikes the corrupt | |
| I knew he' d lock me up if I started a brawl | |
| So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall | |
| " Yea that' s right motherfucker | |
| you can' t keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time | |
| That' s gonna resort to crime. | |
| As a matter of fact, you know what? | |
| Faks, yo cut this motherfucker, man." | |
| 911 |