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oddjobs – blue collar holler lyrics

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[chorus x2]
i’m not a preacher or a teacher or a electrician
a writer or a fighter or a politician
we just a crew we doin our job
and it’s an odd odd job

[crescent moon]
i said the first time i saw the mic and its att-tude
they had to use the jaws of life to get it back to you
they never got me off the flight and the alt-tude
can’t top the heights that i’m taking you tonight right

[nomi]
ladies in the place on the paper chase
i’m a jokers wild and you the ace of spades
trump card living large fl!ck of the wrist
check this i’m a union activist

[advizer]
i was talkin’ to my main man crescent moon
bout how you got the stage presence of a tennis shoe
ain’t that right crescent moon
(h-ll yes it’s true i put that on my mama and the rest of the crew)
young and impressionable that’s how we came in the game
went from playin with fire to makin it rain
takin’ our aim dangerously close to the top
(antic-p-tion of the groove makes me go rrrrah!)

[nomi]
if your speakers bump or you roll with a boom box
new pair of gator’s roller skates with some tubesocks
bob your head shake your fist
sugar in the kool aid type of mix
this ain’t a power trip it’s a sp-ce ship
where the beats bang beautiful like arabic
what you scared of kid what you scared to live
i live by the pen and the way it drips

[chorus]

[crescent moon]
and now i’ll p-ss it off to anyone who wanna pick it up
psyche i’ll never give it up y’all are sittin’ ducks
every night we “x” off a day on the calendar
more time wasted looking for a worthy challenger

[advizer]
man i get mad like cj mac
when the mc’s dope but the beat’s straight wack
or when the beat is phat but the rapper don’t rhyme right
it’s like mackin underage jersey trash at limelight

[crescent moon]
a complicated alien making this look simple
i’ll bite your whole style and spit it out the window
one more thing before me and my crew go
what you want on your tombstone?
i ain’t talkin’ bout food though

i’m not a preacher or a teacher or a electrician
a writer or a fighter or a politician
i’m nomi steady doin my job
and it’s an odd odd job
i’m not a preacher or a teacher or a electrician
a writer or a fighter or a politician
i’m cres moon steady doin my job
and it’s an odd odd job
i’m not a preacher or a teacher or a electrician
a writer or a fighter or a politician
i’m advize and i’m doin my job
and it’s an odd odd job

[chorus]



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