[Intro: Mr. Lif] Oh, my fucking God, man Oh, fucking serious? Jesus Christ, man Already? Man, time flies like a motherfucker [Verse 1] Rise and shine, yet another day to toss away What does my clock display? It says eight, shit, I'm late for work again So then, I dip with my pad and my pen Step into the workplace with my work face Wince at my time card, 'cause I'm scarred Mad 'cause I sacrifice my day and it gets me A trifling hourly wage of six-fifty Nifty, now I'm off to slave quarters With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters Working so they can be mothers and fathers Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers More petty cash to us bums and paupers Kissing his ass, 'cause they hoping they prosper Here's the math, you work a third of your day away The government takes a third of your check, correct You go home and drink 'cause you don't get an ounce of respect And your spirit is wrecked Life is a gift to be enjoyed every second, every minute It's temporary, not infinite Yet, I find myself looking at the clock Hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself why I'm doing this remedial work for second graders I'm an educator with mega flavor, so Maybe I should just jump up and get ill Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed Maybe I should try my very best to chill And get paid, 'cause I gotta pay bills, rah You might also like New Man Theme Mr. Lif Return of the B-Boy Mr. Lif Speech Cobras Jedi Mind Tricks [Interlude] 'Cause I've had it 'Cause I've had— had it 'Cause I've had it Excuse me, brother, could you please stop making that noise so I can talk? Thank you Now, the boss says he wants you to come up with more copies of these checks (Hey there, champ, big boss man says you've been late three days in a row) The boss says he wants you to move your desk to the basement (Better sharpen up) And can I have this stapler? Aw, this fucking place sucks Same shit every day Like to wring the boss's neck, though If only dreams could come true [Verse 2] Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust How much did it cost? Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind (But he's bleeding) Oh, no, leave him, he'll be fine He'll heal on his own if you just give him some time Considering the fact that his face is misaligned His legs are over there lying right next to his spine (Lunchtime) [Interlude: Mr. Lif] Huh? Oh Jesus, I must have been daydreaming, man [Verse 3] My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole Smiling 'cause he jerks niggas for minimal cash flow He's cool to my face, but I swear, I heard him laugh, though Tickled by the fact that I'm the modern-day Sambo And just when I think that I'm about to go Rambo I called up my man and he says he understands, yo We all are being murdered by a similar process Whether you work at the candy store or slave at the office The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony But if you're listening, you know that shit's out of tune 'Cause the function of our life is just to work and consume Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom But since I ain't really getting paid for my time I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk? Don't dare approach me with busy work Take another step and get hurt By the man that embodies mad years of anger A cool bro soon to be the Boston Strangler Everything inside of me's about to erupt 'Cause a righteous individual dislikes the corrupt I knew he'd lock me up if I started a brawl So I jetted and I punched the clock the fuck off the wall [Interlude: Mr. Lif] Yeah, that's right, motherfucker You can't keep on underpaying people and mistreating them all the time That's gonna result in crime As a matter of fact, you know what? Fakts, yo, cut this motherfucker up, man [Outro] I ain't the one One— I ain't the one One I ain't— I ain't— I ain't the one One— I ain't the one One— I ain't— I ain't— I ain't— I— I ain't— I ain't the one— one