Представляем точный текст композиции "Mr. Blue Collar (Interlude)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Rhymefest . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Mr. Blue Collar (Interlude)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Rhymefest передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Rhymefest - "Mr. Blue Collar (Interlude)"
Lyrics to Mr. Blue Collar (Interlude) : (feat. Malik Yusef) Yo Rhymefest, JV, come up here real quick, lemme talk to these mufuckers Wild hundreds, whatup Chi-Town.. GD over here [Malik Yusef:] Imagine you was hustlin The Romans came in, and somehow you was able to evade the search This just means your grandmama mustve really, really prayed in church Maybe its time for you to trade in merch for a blue collar (Man, I aint 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 youve 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 didnt abuse you So like Tom, let me Cruise you through this here Minority Report Yall know we aint really run this rap shit And aint 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) [ Mr. Blue Collar (Interlude) Lyrics ]
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