Doin' My Job - Aceyalone

Yeah, hah

Aceyalone, 2K6

Yeah, one time for your mind

Two times for the rest of your life

Yeah, uh, get some, get some

Let’s get busy, yeah

I’m in the crib with the radio cranked up

Loud as the world but nobody else can hear it

I spit lyrics over beats with the break-up

Listen to the hook while they’re screaming out wake up

You gotta move through the world like you own it

I’d never known it to be such a thing of the past

Love life, let it love you back

I think fast, that’s why I think I’m out of your class, c’mon

Tennis shoe pimps, part time players

Preachers on a soapbox lead us in a prayer

I know you wouldn’t lie in my face, you wouldn’t dare

No it ain’t fair, three of a kind can be the pair, yeah

But I’m a jack of all trades, gotta back 'em off

Lead 'em if they wanna come but it ain’t no slackin' off

Like to lay low 'til it starts crackin' off

Give 'em more than enough time to get they mackin' off

Yes God, I’m doin' my job

I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob

We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart

The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart

Yes God, I’m doin' my job

I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob

We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart

The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart

Oh yeah, papa’s got a brand new bag

And old drag of coach swag, zig or zag, yeah

What a dilemma tryna be a swimmer

Crossin' a river without a boat, tryna deliver these notes

I’m just a messenger, don’t dig with the message

You better get it where I got it, show you right where I left it, and if

You think we ain’t on the brink of somethin' new, I’ll give you somethin' to do,

now don’t blink

When all my hokies call me, no one should be able to hold me

They sew me out and try to control me, they frontin', they phony

And in one split second it’s a glimmer of light

'Member the masters, power of people unite

I ain’t never been on a level without any honor

I ain’t interested in givin' up so don’t even bother

While others tend to drown, you can wade in the water

You gotta try harder and know exactly what you a part of, c’mon

Yes God, I’m doin' my job

I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob

We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart

The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart

Yes God, I’m doin' my job

I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob

We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart

The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart

All year, all year, it’s here, here

I know some of y’all better just steer clear

Got a hundred tons of funk when I dunk, I ain’t drunk

And I’m runnin' over roadkill, dogs and deers

Yeah don’t stop, don’t pause, switchin' gears

I veer left, fear death, not eyes and ears

I ain’t got a problem runnin' right into your barricade

Breakin' down the wall in my life, I ain’t afraid

Can’t get enough but I take what I need to marinate

And be with the goddess of singing, a beautiful serenade

The rope cutter, hope dealer, gorilla

But I will sputter, I’m from the gutter, the long strutter

This is the era of the perfect era

Yeah, get some

Aceyalone, Project Blow

Yes God, I’m doin' my job

I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob

We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart

The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart

Yes God, I’m doin' my job

I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob

We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart

The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart