[Verse 1]

Thumbs up for the go-getters

The ambitionless are pissed, they should know better

No debtor, we owe nothing but hard work

Inverse of Brett Favre fronting doing yard work

No Wrangler's, 38/38 on my 501's till I'm angered

Then them jawns rip up, 'cause I'm on it

Skin gets jaundiced, the hulk got cornered

Time to just bomb shit, rocket's been launched

And your pretty boy shirt got dumped in the garbage

Now you're fucked 'cause your book gets judged

'Cause your cover's in another dumpster looking all slumped

They did away with that, you think you'll make it back

With no history you'll never make a paperback

Used to think you'd always be a best seller

Didn't count on those twelve year olds talking to their elders

FUCK YEAH, when them hands go up

I demand that we stand for the fans in us

The line's been blurred

I'm try'na fight the urge

To sip something strong enough to help me fight my nerves

I've got my words, they've been penned

Written Thursday Mixtape on the way and it's dirtier than Pig Pen

I've got a feeling there's about to be a shitstorm

Tired of these backwards men, I'm like Rip Torn

[Hook]

Back at it like an automatic

Sip-sip cheap liquor till I'm leaning backwards

Yuh-Yuh-Young English helped me write the chapters

Black Paisley, yes we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

[Verse 2]

The old days were great, but we're past them

We still here to rear our new passions

We fight fear with vices, toast glasses

Smoke pot and fuck like we never took classes

And never learned shit

But we earned our hurt and pain

From our scars and mistakes

And with that being said, I'm about to make a few more

Breath of fresh air, like I'm living in a humidor

So temperate, I've been bent since week 17

But I'm never on the bench

No rest, already said it, ethic is embedded

And I'll never let it slip 'cause it's a natural anesthetic

Keep it organic for the ladies with they pit hair

Throwing up they fists at my shows like shit yeah

Demographics don't matter when your thoughts stay scattered

And you dabble in dodging the old wagon

Fuck that, convictions get shattered

No riddles to be solved, Mad Hatter lost his magic

Hat number nine, tripping off the turpentine

Gripping something steady enough to keep the work alive

And I'm living that, and trying to give it back

Grown man shit, callouses, and jaded raps

Hair on my chest, I sweat when I fuck

My speakers don't hammer they put dents in your truck

[Hook]

Back at it like an automatic

Sip-sip cheap liquor till I'm leaning backwards

Yuh-Yuh-Young English helped me write the chapters

Black Paisley, yes we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

[Hook]

Back at it like an automatic

Sip-sip cheap liquor till I'm leaning backwards

Yuh-Yuh-Young English helped me write the chapters

Black Paisley, yes we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

You said we go hard? I say we go hard

[E-Dub's Rambles]

Freestyle Friday #39, E-Dubble, Glitch Mob, Animus Vox, something like that, I think that's how you say it. Uh, anyway, hope everybody's doing well. Black Paisley, Activate Social. Gee whiz, week uh, week 40 next week, huh? Philly's game, gotta go watch the Philly's game right now. See you guys later, hope you're doing well, hope you're doing great, hope that Sean Jackson gets better. Hope that Sean Jackson's doing fine. Poor little guy. Anyway, here's my big boy, see you guys later