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Tech N9ne

Slacker

 

Slacker

(album: Absolute Power - 2002)


[Chorus:]
I'm a slacker, never did I have a lot of dough?
I'm a slacker, smoking pot and watching videos
I'm a slacker, go whichever way the wind blows
Those just tuning in I'm just letting' you know
That I'm a slacker, every time I take a look around
I'm a slacker, stuck upon my face is a frown
I don't do enough, I just fool around
You all can go to hell, how does that sound?

[Verse 1]
I'm a product of Reaganomics neurotic they saying
I'm it just got up inhaling chronic
The oddest I'm staying honest
I'm about to make it famous
So you can take that J.O.B. and
You can shove it up your anus.

I ain't never understood how the world works
But I always understood why
The girls twirk for a baller not a 9 to 5
Barely making it with disgust behind your eyes

So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece
Out to take yo lip off chief
With my peeps we ruthless
If you got money induce it goofs get toothless
We loose off 2 fifths we useless

I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough
Sneak in the concert trip and make 'em stop the show
We got ta go, push me and I'll sock the po
Getting' the bail my parents is impossible

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now you can tell by my everyday fits I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit
I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix
Trying to take your dollar and your 15 cents (I grind with a pistol)

I stay rid of you lames (yaw gay) and play
Video games (all day) what Kansas City, MO brangs
Is gritty slow gain we ditty bop wit really no change (yaw pay)
And people holla how you do that there
Why your pants hanging low and why you grew that hair
Lighting a bleezle with my people
Riding a regal always in trouble wit coppers cause we driving illegal

And I ain't never giving them lee way
To hem me nay the judicial assembly's
Gay (hay) I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Trying to get with Def Jam. Loud or MCA

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Get to the party and my homies gotta pay 4 me
Holidays them just be another day 4 me
Getting' drunk hoping I get to the crilla safely
Pray 4 me cause I'm needing money majorly

I sit at home watching MTV
Wit a empty P.O.C.K.E.T. I MP3
Everything that I hear on the streets
Never buy it don't deny it
I'm the fear I'm a beast

You say get a job, I say hit a knob
'cause the way you run the world is every bit of fraud
So what you ask of me? You get no tax from me
I got whites native and Mexican and blacks with me

I'm trying to get up there with Master P. pass the D.
'cause that's the way it has to be
We bust 2 B free, we trust who be G.
So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me

[Chorus 2x]

done

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