Work to Do

It never stops
Working perpetual 'round the clock
But I, love it
For you to love me not
Lyrics I jot meant to invoke your brain
Novocaine, they numb the spot
Heal the pain, don't do it for the fame
Still sit and wonder how to put up numbers
Naturally, won't fake the come up but my city slumber
Hear the thunder, get the plunger my shit thick
That Stankonia, I'm the Outkast in the city limits
I, stamp the time card music I grind hard
Paper I leave scared, mics I leave charred
I'll never rest, long as my heart beat in my chest
I'll beat beats when I write 'till there is nothing left
Recognition means a lot when there's no pot to piss in
But I refuse to be a troll just to get you attention
My writtens glisten, need blue blockers to view my vision
Still work to do for the break through but I got ambition
I

I got work to do,yea, I got work
So much work to do, yea, I got work
I got work to do, yea, I got work
So much work to do, yea

Talk it, walk it, 'till I can make deposit
Pedal to the metal won't settle aint letting off it
Stick out like sour thumb
I feel like I'm surrounded
With copies of trapper rappers
But nothing that's profounding
Work harder better product deserve to live enormous
This all was just an idea but now reality clear
I switch the gear now the doubt in the rear
Long nights and early mornings
Sun come up while I'm recording
I'm in my zone, that 2-3 but I'm not Jordan
I work this hard for my own name
Footprint important
I pour sweat when I pen press
Lift bars in sets, work the ink out make it stretch
Can expect nothing less
I prefer to work for it, don't want nothing given
Realize the balance of life, you get out what you put in
I put in work, hands in the dirt
Grind 'till it hurts
Demand respect from the greatest because I know my worth
I

I got work to do,yea, I got work
So much work to do, yea, I got work
I got work to do, yea, I got work
So much work to do, yea

Outwork a workaholic, I'm going brolic
Hyperbolic time chamber 'till I'm exhausted
Come out of hiatus been busy working creating greatness
Never complacent, move forward and keep the patients
Work stops when ink run dry
Only to re-up a new pen
Another day scribbling new sins
Aint enough time in the day
Planning it out is a nuisance
All this work I do is for me and not for your two cents
I

I got work to do,yea, I got work
So much work to do, yea, I got work
I got work to do, yea, I got work
So much work to do, yea