Mr. Blue Collar

Yo Rhymefest, JV, come up here real quick, lemme talk to these mufuckers

Wild hundreds, whatup

Chi-Town..

GD over here

Imagine you was hustlin'

The Romans came in, and somehow you was able to evade the search

This just means your grandmama must've really, really prayed in church

Maybe it's time for you to trade in merch for a blue collar

(Man, I ain't workin' no job)

Cause even if you is hustlin', you gon' need a job a job on the side

And if you are paying part (?) then Peter (?) get robbed on the side

If you've been in perpetual, continuous grime mode and only been able to get small stacks on

Then you need something to fall back on

But we the people the talk tall smack on

They legislate as IF you HAD a father

Had hot water and electricity and your mom didn't abuse you

So like Tom, let me Cruise you through this here Minority Report

Y'all know we ain't really run this rap shit

And ain't got no REAL authority in sports

And why do them fake media keep feeding you lies and tellin' you that

All the Blacks and Latinos is out here smugglin'

When the vast majority of minorities got two jobs, a career, and family time

They jugglin', strugglin', to keep a (?) from kicking their rear

This here, is for chicken and beer, some kicks and some gear

The money for the whip and tip, we keep over here

Tryna take a trip a year, cause you gon' need a vacation

From all the hatin' and the pigs trynna put a seam in your wig

You got two things, a dream and a gig

Because you have two things, a flow and some kids

You already know what is when you workin' a whole lotta hours

For just a few dollars

So I wanna hear you holler

MISTER Blue Collar!

(Man, fuck that, man, get your hands out my pocket nigga)