I Get the Job Done

Chilling in lab number eight

Happy to create, we scavenge through crates for tracks to mutilate

Hack a tune, tap a beat that we duplicate

Play some keys, boost the bass add a groovy break

Have a cool debate, kick back communicate

Grab the pen and pad 'til sick raps exuberate

Accumulate stack and numerate tracks

Quality over quantity that you can play back

Fans be fiending for music asap

We be fiending to play wherever you be based at

Psyched up

To see you motherfuckaz hyped up

Yo Mika, turn this mic up, 'cause we been trapped

In the lab getting no sun, banging on pads til fingers go numb

Been rapping on tracks and bit my own tongue

But don't worry, son (I get the job done)

If the rain is pouring (I get the job done)

If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done)

'Til the early morning (I get the job done)

We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling

If the rain is pouring (I get the job done)

If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done)

'Til the early morning (I get the job done)

We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling

Stuffing tees in a case, we leaving for three days

We'll eat junk, get drunk, speed on the freeways

Sleep, change positions on our seats when our feet ache

Scream, "Wait! I need to take a leak for Pete's sake"

We keep driving, driving, life is just a waste

We arrive to venues late and set up like we in a race

Uh, I check the mic, then I exit the stage

I am in a strange state, I'm like a lion in a cage

Sipping liquor in the quiet and calm

Puffing cigarettes until it's time to perform

Until they shut the lights and it's on

And if the live is the bomb, we'll probably party until five in the morn'

If the rain is pouring (I get the job done)

If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done)

'Til the early morning (I get the job done)

We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling

If the rain is pouring (I get the job done)

If I'm drunk and falling (I get the job done)

'Til the early morning (I get the job done)

We gon' keep on touring, stage keeps calling

You can fail at what you don't want

So, you might as well take a chance on doing what you want

Bonjour, who thought that we would be from tours

Where becoming the MC was seemingly unsure

I was a punk y'all, dreaming was done for

I never thought we would be on tour

Performing for people that want more

Screaming out encore, fiending to fuck

Beating off freaks at my front door

It's fucking wild, but I love it every day

We made our mothers proud, just by having fun and getting paid

My homie Jean told me, "Love what you do," and I know he's right

You can't become a rapper overnight

Flow and write, go to open mics

Learn to control the fright and don't let no-one out there own your life

One day you, might hop in a van, travel all day

Dash through traffic, get trapped in parkways

Get to play, meet fans and parle

And chill at the bar for the after party

We wanna hop on a plane, dash a long way

Sit above the clouds and travel all day

We can't wait to play, meet fans and parle

We hope half of y'all stay for the after party

We wanna hop on a plane

Sit above the clouds

Hop on a plane

Sit above the clouds

Hop on a plane

Sit above the clouds

Hop on a plane

Sit above the clouds

Hop on a plane

Sit above the clouds