Occupations

Lyrics

[Intro] Pair of aces... [Verse 1: Defari] Let's see what I'm gon' have for breakfast Eggs and a well done beat from Evidence This chef good with his right and left I just left the studio to pick up a check From the other studio where I mix celebs And even there, the music follows me and steers my head One nation, music the occupation Under a groove, I gig with the Funkadelic And at the Cannabis Cup, I was melt baggin' Give you a touch of the Dutch, Amsterdam Ruby You're not fuckin' with us, never since beginning My clique is one and a must, professional musician The mission's all we discuss, devoted technician To give the people a touch, just a simple listen They got their ears in these cuffs with all this bullshittin' Men looking like women, Babylon venom [Verse 2: Rakaa Iriscience] Ice water in my veins I'm a fire starter, riot starter, king supreme being Rather live long than to die a martyr but push it, I'm flyin' farther Prayer hands pushed together like I'm tryin', Father Mother Earth's cryin' harder, children are dyin', mother And motherfuckers steadily lyin' Politicians' forked tongues spit poison and keep firing Rakaa's moving in between lights flashing and these sirens Looking out, feeling like Cyrus before the shot rang Breaking out, feeling like Warriors before the blocks bang Tryna make it out of the street, make it back to the beach Power to the people, back within reach The next step is crucial, analyze the operation For bigger business than robotics mixed with automation I've seen fear and greed levels that can topple nations Control the population, this is occupations [Verse 3: Defari] My name start with a D, but I'm mainly offense A style of quality, pure and rich, no nonsense I am the faculty and the dean of students I'm the administration and major regime get rooted up outta here And now we up outta here The dates on the calendeer—oops, I mean calendar They used to these amateurs, Defari's a pro's pro A literal one stop for the finest in vocals Me and Ev, we the locos