Embed Follow  Some say the game's rigged Cause The Man didn't
give us manuals to the game to make it big A corner boy tryna
claim a smidge To keep all the right foods in the fridge Keep
all the right dudes on the bridge When I get in, the captain's
seat Sorta like James Kirk, but my name's Work-MATIC Here to
adjust, the pros oppose to gettin froze than economy plus Link
up with Erick and P And do a whole collabo together, called +Da
Joint+, business class To run up in first so the biz can last
Instead, the biz went to hell and got infiltrated By them
mainstream infidels, so here to settle the score Blow up the
track to bits and leave nothing! No clause or claim, provoking a
fear or fame Just know the name! It ain't De La, that's the
group I'm in It ain't old school, that's the truth I blend And
this will not be the realest shit I ever wrote But more real
than theirs, so what that say about the words THEY spoke? I tell
ya like Lou Rawls, you never find this black man with blue
balls... Like U-HAUL, sell a load