Текст песни «Hustler - 5 To 9»

Have u ever worked 9 to 5, like my 9 to 5?
It comes and it goes like it's a surprise.

Ghetto laps, I was made to go round and round,
Now nothing's more imp. to me than the hip hop beats,
And it's sound that surrounds.
Next race, and this one's a highway,
I see flashin lights coz I'm entering the freeway.
Karma, my weapon,
Is my only camouflage,
Nothing is second,
Coz m a shining star.
A will to make it happen
And I just wont stop,
Boys around surround me while they are clapping,
To the glorious beats of hip-hop.
Yeah I got the beats, I got the lines,
Feel the power of the bars, with my rhymes.
Sleep for a moment, while I work out,
A hustle on my way for a smooth smoke out.
Nothing, now nothing can suffice me,
If u dont believe, go ahead and try me.
I've started with my demo, coz it's high time, I amplify this heat.
9 to 5 wasnt working for me, so I worked 5 to 9,
Now I'm waiting for a deal.
Blessings on my way and holy waters rain this time,
This is all I have with a varied bass line.
Working all day and to suffer every second?
Every second I went thru d pain,
Coz my life just won't stop wreckin'.
Goodness in my life were just few moments,
Now I lost them even as a memory, coz everyhtings fuckin' broken.
Sleeping with anger and disgust,
I dont wanna talk about it,
I wanna million bucks,
By selling the idea about it.
Like a nomad in this city, I've come from the grassroots of New Delhi. You don't know what it's like to struggle for a dime, I did it all and fought to struggle for
A life 5 to 9. You are not like me, u must have done this once, think of d massacre if there was a reoccurrence. This is new, brand new, hip hop with the
Base, it's a life cycle, so nothing goes waste.
I dont care if u try to weaken me... I've done this once... I'll do it again, even when m asleep I'll find d strength in me... spent my whole life doin' 9 to 5... so I go underground working 5 to 9... coz m done with my life now I need a record deal sign.
I was doped, I broke, I couldn't get by 9 to 5 n I was a joke... what to say what to do... he cant get by wid the fucking daily blues... a true rapper
Is an artist expressing himself... rolling in high speeds, waiting till the very end... I got hash that's pure... my life is made, now u know what
My heart feels like that's y it's drug money I chase...
Just wanted to love, now imagine what I have,
What goes around comes back around,
N this is a circle of life, remember that!
For all you who didn't give it to me,
It comes back around,
Dont expect a turn around spree...
It's not that easy as I thought it would be,
But I suppose this is how the splits are meant to be.
You only know how to split it coz u cant dig it,
That's my style, watch me go far wid it.
Im a hustler and I can code it,
My shipments are secure coz I wrote it.
Everything's in motion when it's my deal,
Im a hustler and I know how to carry out my meals. The distributions r necessary, the priority is primary... I got nothing for ya,
Except some pity. You can't make it thru the way I do it, whatever I say, I can, coz I don't want to prove it.
My sign is on special places and is enough for me to get high, I spend time at bars alone and drink enough just to get by. Sitting in cafes alone, I never
Wanted it, now you cry in misery and dont come after me wanting it. Music is my love and life, I dont care if u think it's lifeless,
For me it's living and yeah it's priceless.

Fuck that chord man,
Coz I got no money to record,
All I got is a song written n ready to dedicate to y'all...
9 to 5 being my life and I get retarded.
I go for 5 to 9 as my rehab, they think I'm weakhearted.