Get a Job

By Kool A.D.

On 63

Released on February 7, 2013

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[Intro: Kool A.D.]

Mm hmm

Rap… rap...

Yo yo yo yo yo…

Yeah

Oh my god, oh shit oh shit…

Oh god, oh my god…

Oh shit, rapping…

Rapping, rapping...

(You’re gonna like this one, man)

Oh shit, rapping

(Don’t do it yet, no no no…)

Okay, no no no...

Chill chill chill…

(Alright, yo)

When does this shit… actually…

When does it start

(Yeah, hold on)

Alright, oh, okay, right

Oh, okay, yeah

(Go)

Check it out


[Kool A.D.]

Post shit up

Ready for the close-up

Yo what’s up

Yogi Berra

Eugene R. Pera

Afuera


[?]

We are only [?]

Pass the fifth

It’s your mom I’m with

Sorry that was stupid and dumb

Just loop it and run

Juice in the rum

Usually loose in the tongue

Shout to R. Kelly’s parents

I don’t know them but I feel like they might be nice people

Is that weird to say?

Brown college kids:

Drop out, grow a beard today

Then shave the beard off

And then throw the beard away

White chocolate candy type

Profit dandy type

Wrote this on a carcass of a lion by candlelight (spooky)

Masculine, feminine, [sandal light?]

What up people? (hey)

Demand your rights (whoa)

Put a gun in your hand and fight (go)

The man that you...

Damn the man, right?

Uhh, I don’t know

Stand in the damn light

No shirt, no shoes, no problem (whoa)

My body is like a weapon

Like the godson

Peace to [Lexi?], Paul Wall’s dead Texas

Burger King

Murder Dog Magazine up in the limousine

[?] mega genesis

Banana chips

Umberto Ecco the Dolphin

Dolph Lundgren

Hungry Man

Hello, London

What’s thumpin’?

Alex Hamilton copping a grip on frozen dumplings

You bugging, I’m shrugging eating Munchkins

From Dunskins...

Donuts

At least it’s something

I’m a grown-up now

Y’know? Doing my thing

Check it out

Yo yo yo yo

Chungking Wong Kar-wai my car fly

Fifth Element Taxi Cab Confession

Love lesson

Is all fair in love and war

All beauty is repurposed weapons

All weapons are repurposed beauty

All cutie patooties are war machines

Name of the scoring team

I am fantasy sports made flesh

Pissing confetti from your tape deck

Break necks and break neck braces on a daily basises

It pays to be amazingly vaporless

Gaze into my Dazed and Confused LaserDisc

Take a shit

Date yourself

Make a fist

Lift another finger

Take a sniff

Take a taste of it (whoa)

Hey, I’m rich

Yeah, to do the knowledge plus my college was a

Cake or kicking session

With wicked lessons

I’m Chris Isaak under your eyelids

Phosphene (shut up)

Boss mean

Yes

The Yes Men are not [seen?], yes (So?)

[?] need thinkers or stinkers to some

Winkers to chums

Type to give they old sneakers to bums

Okay, just do whatever, man