SHADOWS 影

By Devon Hendryx

On Hi-Fi.

Released on 2012

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[Intro: Sample]

Most Americans believe a government begins at 26 or older

I'm gonna be in it for me, and I’m gonna make it work

Everybody, I'm gonna find a dream job

There's no such thing as a dream job, [?] few of us, but me

Family and friends are the new priorities, like careerism is beginning to fade

We definitely put lifestyle and friends above work, no question about it

[Verse 1: Enso Sinatra, Devon Hendryx]

Scarf covers my face, like an Iraqi

Feelin’ like giving the face of the world a backhand

I scare еm' off, cause my look says I'm different

But thеy fuck with me, because my reel is my persistence

Enso, fuck with yo boy

They keep insisting, "You jokin'"

Where's the punchline? I missed it

Why would I put water in my gin just to fuck with you? uh

You got to take power from the makers with a [?]

Uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 2: Devon Hendryx, Enso Sinatra]

21 with a bag of nooses

Chillin' with them screw face baby fathers, generation boosted

Shadows will see me through this, I can't see where the truth is

Bottle of Middle Sister, hanging with the young and useless

Peace to the war, I'm ruthless

Them real niggas who killed niggas

Now retweet that, Beverly Hills, nigga (Poof)

And I got two more words

And if you never had a parent give me two more [verbs?]

Cause it’s that Gen Y nigga, trap or die nigga

Lupe, screw taste, pour, pimp, do or die, nigga

Piano Baby, I’m sniffing and hitting keys

Now take notes, while I take lines and get ghost, fuckboy

Yeah


[Verse 3: Enso Sinatra]

Sex and hard liquor, slow suicide

Life's a bitch, and she’ll be happy when a nigga dies

But I'ma keep giving her hell while a nigga's alive

So when [?], I can say I'm death-ifying, huh

Bitch nigga, witness insanity

[?] push the vain in my vanity

[?] go hard and he’ll figure a real nigga will chill, nigga chill, nigga

Open hand you with a palm full of


[?]

Beside Jay, yelling, "Seen nun' like me in the wild"

I'll blame you for your girl, stares as I walk past

Her lipstick on my


[?]

Nigga, kiss my ass


[Instrumental: Sample]

Stand back, all bosses

A new breed of American worker is about to attack everything you hold sacred

From giving orders, to your starched white shirt and tie

They're called, among other things, Millennials

There are about 80 million of them, born between 1980 and 1995

And they're rapidly taking over from the baby boomers, who are now pushing 60

They were raised by doting parents, who told them they were special

Played in little leagues with no winners, or losers, or all winners

They're laden with trophies just for participating, and they think you're business as usual

Ethic is for the birds

And if you persist in the belief, you can take your job and shove it

Corporate America is so unnerved by all this

That companies like Merrill Lynch, Ernst & Young, and Disney, and scores of others

Are hiring consultants to teach them how to deal with this generation

That only takes yes for an answer