Leisure Gang - Sweatshop Union

Hey, are you distant, a different head space that you’re living in

Get chased in your dividends

Me?

I’ll be sitting here, Leisure Gang

Kickin' it, to something new from the crew

With the spliff and it’s so damn addictive

I suggest y’all giving it a try

Sitting, getting high, just listening to I, or

Listen' to Mo, Metty, Ray, Pigeon Hole, Def 3, Itchy Ron

Just in case you didn’t know

We got that high grade, we got that wizard smoke

All I’m tryna say is this shit just isn’t dope

It isn’t difficult for us to see that it’s counterfeit

It’s leafy and brown and shit we spit that BC ovr the counter shit

Yeah you need a doc’s not to hit this

His shit?

All you’ll do is cough, choke, and get sick

We got that traded for coke over the border shit

The good shit they smoking from Hoboken to Oregon

(Hook x2)

Leisure who, Leisure who

Leisure who, Leisure who

Leisure who, Leisure who

Leisure who, Gang!

Transcend is to lift off

Bout to blast off, getting off

Get tossed out in the ether

Come back as a skinny white Rick Ross

Jumpin' like Kris Kross, follow the leader

Make the whole crowd seizure

Everybody leave here slave to the speakers

Screamin', «I'm a believer!»

Came here to blow up and set shit

Leisure Gang

Mo’s a fiend, chill since age fifteen

Philistine, king of the makeshift dream

Hurricane, y’all just a minor brainstorm

I remain calm, when they try we pray for 'em

I self-lord and master

Final chapter, half price, half Zedong

Born in the cave where the snakes are

My duke’s the black ops but they made off

Abraham to Adolf, cosmic play-offs

Every night in hell they sort out a chaos

We stayed breathin' and he stayed grateful

You can hate me but you can’t make me hate you

Life too sacred, hatred is weakness

Represent real shit, ancient as Egypt

Feel me?

The real G never dies, really

The sun God’s runnin on paradise, silly

(Hook x4)

Leisure who, Leisure who

Leisure who, Leisure who

Leisure who, Leisure who

Leisure who, Gang!