I Get the Job Done

Chilling in lab number eight Happy to create, we scavenge through crates for tracks to mutilate Hack a tune, tap a beat that we duplicate Play some keys, boost the bass add a groovy break Have a cool debate, kick back communicate Grab the pen and pad 'til sick raps exuberate Accumulate stack and numerate tracks Quality over quantity that you can play back Fans be fiending for music asap We be fiending to play wherever you be based at Psyched up To see you motherfuckaz hyped up Yo Mika, turn this mic up, 'cause we been trapped In the lab getting no sun, banging on pads til fingers go numb Been rapping on tracks and bit my own tongue But don't worry, son (I get the job done) If the rain is pouring (I get the job done) If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done) 'Til the early morning (I get the job done) We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling If the rain is pouring (I get the job done) If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done) 'Til the early morning (I get the job done) We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling Stuffing tees in a case, we leaving for three days We'll eat junk, get drunk, speed on the freeways Sleep, change positions on our seats when our feet ache Scream, "Wait! I need to take a leak for Pete's sake" We keep driving, driving, life is just a waste We arrive to venues late and set up like we in a race Uh, I check the mic, then I exit the stage I am in a strange state, I'm like a lion in a cage Sipping liquor in the quiet and calm Puffing cigarettes until it's time to perform Until they shut the lights and it's on And if the live is the bomb, we'll probably party until five in the morn' If the rain is pouring (I get the job done) If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done) 'Til the early morning (I get the job done) We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling If the rain is pouring (I get the job done) If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done) 'Til the early morning (I get the job done) We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling You can fail at what you don't want So, you might as well take a chance on doing what you want Bonjour, who thought that we would be from tours Where becoming the MC was seemingly unsure I was a punk y'all, dreaming was done for I never thought we would be on tour Performing for people that want more Screaming out encore, fiending to fuck Beating off freaks at my front door It's fucking wild, but I love it every day We made our mothers proud, just by having fun and getting paid My homie Jean told me, "Love what you do," and I know he's right You can't become a rapper overnight Flow and write, go to open mics Learn to control the fright and don't let no-one out there own your life One day you, might hop in a van, travel all day Dash through traffic, get trapped in parkways Get to play, meet fans and parle And chill at the bar for the after party We wanna hop on a plane, dash a long way Sit above the clouds and travel all day We can't wait to play, meet fans and parle We hope half of y'all stay for the after party We wanna hop on a plane Sit above the clouds Hop on a plane Sit above the clouds Hop on a plane Sit above the clouds Hop on a plane Sit above the clouds Hop on a plane Sit above the clouds