Business

Artist: Weerd Science
Track: “Business”

When day turn to night and the sun sets
Flight of the instigator, trouble is what one gets
If they come around me with that bullshit
I bloodlet a verse ’til it stains your nerves
And battles your world with words
My hair stands on end and my lip curls
Sweat trickles down, hurl words from my container
If I had a heart, it’d pound, a no brainer
I need a strain of the skin through the watered down
You’re fuckin-a right I’m a hater
And action is always greater
When it’s done sooner than later
I rate a commercial song on a scale from zero to none
‘Cause none of these motherfuckers got even half of the skills that I brung
That I brought to the table, you ought not be able
To tell the difference between fact and fable
I get all amped up, you can say I’m unstable
Wack records get spun on the radio like dradles

Ya’ll should know it’s why I do it
Drop these rhymes make my own blueprint
Look at ya’ll so happy, smilin’
I’ll stick my mothafuckin’ mic right through it
If I shut up, I might lose it
Laugh all you want, I still do it
Don’t invite me to your party
I’ll just show up and I’ll ruin it

Hidden agenda tend to make you bend
In awkward positions insistin’ they your friends
But listen, good citizens, from the fist they put in
I put my own dick in my ass. Better me than them!
Call you on a technicality, your formality’s
Better suited for someone who’s stupid
You could pay me hourly
Punch my time card, work force, die hard
Anger escalate, angle my sword
Oh lord, I’m gettin’ bored
And every time my mind’s not occupied
It tries to break out of my skull and get outside
And I’d just like to let you know
That I let no MC beat me so let’s go
Round one, the planet that I came down from, how come
It’s so easy to stick your bones in the closet that you came out from?
Sound off motherfuckers (motherfuckers)

Ya’ll should know it’s why I do it
Drop these rhymes make my own blueprint
Look at ya’ll so happy, smilin’
I’ll stick my mothafuckin’ mic right through it
If I shut up, I might lose it
Laugh all you want, I still do it
Don’t invite me to your party
I’ll just show up and I’ll ruin it

Hold up a second, I reckon I wreck any mic
And I’m bettin’ an infection that festers and blisters
And bust all over your fuckin’ body is something you wouldn’t like
Gimme that one chance, if I’m comin’ I’m comin’ tonight
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for a damn good fight
Me versus the upper-class (Jesus Christ!) not quite
You spit lead, catch it in my mouth like Pinhead
Oh you wanna kill me but I’m already dead!

Ya’ll should know it’s why I do it
Drop these rhymes make my own blueprint
Look at ya’ll so happy, smilin’
I’ll stick my mothafuckin’ mic right through it
If I shut up, I might lose it
Laugh all you want, I still do it
Don’t invite me to your party
I’ll just show up and I’ll ruin it

lyrics transcribed by Evan Cassity for Kill Your Rapper