Live From The Plantation Lyrics - I Phantom - Mr. Lif

*alarm ringing* 

"Oh my fucking god man, ahhh. fucking serious" 

Jesus Christ, man. already? 

Man, time flies like a motherfucker." 

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 work place with my work face 

Wince at my time card cuz I'm scarred 

Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and 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 his bums and paupers 

Kissing his ass cuz they hoping they prosper 

Here's the math: 

You work a thirty a day, away 

The government takes a thirty a check, correct 

You go home and drink cuz 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 

Cuz I gotta pay bills, raa! 

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"Excuse me brother, can 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, and the last thing he wants is you to 

move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?" 

("Hey there champ, big boss man says you been late 

3 days in a row, better sharpen up") 

Aw, this fucking place sucks - same shit everyday 

Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could come true 

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!" Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming 

My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole 

Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum 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 call 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 listen then you know that shits out of tune 

Cuz 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 really ain't 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 you 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 is about to erupt 

Cuz a righteous individual just likes to corrupt 

I knew he'd lock me up if I started a brawl 

So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall 

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"Yea that's right motherfucker 

you can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time 

That's gonna resort to crime. 

As a matter of fact, you know what? 

Faks, yo cut this motherfucker, man." 

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