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Got That Work (Prod by Mr. J)
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Infinite Skillz/J. Fischer
B.A.S.E. Inc Music/Bad Rookie Recordz
War Lab World Premier Wednesdays
Sun Jul 27, 2008
HipHop : Hip Hop General
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Verse
I got that game day flow. Yall are just practicing.
Yall are just actresses, staining up mattresses.
Possess less talent than their’s water in cactuses.
I’m an all-star. Do you really want a crack at this?
Hey now! I really aint the one to play ‘round.
You and your monkey bars go back to the playground
I’m sort of like Terry Tate; I’ll bring it to your work kid.
My flow is Infinite. Your flow is worthless.
I’m not a dope boy, but boy I’m dope.
Not for the crack I sling, for the raps I wrote.
The force I push them out with could capsize boats.
I’m so progressive, but yall can’t match my quotes.
Yall keep doing dirt. I’ma stay legit.
I aint saying that I’m perfect. I remain in sin.
But I don’t break laws to get chains or applause.
Cuz if I change my course what remains is a farce.
Verse
Money, I’m so clean. No I don’t need laundering.
Yall running to the tables, I’ll enter the game sauntering.
-I play at my own pace.
I don’t need your handouts; I got my own B.A.S.E.
I aint into puffing trees, but I’ll blow out your speaker box.
We can rock any damn show and move your feet a lot.
We see the top. And we’re looking down on it.
If that’s the crown, put the nose of a clown on it.
I’m an underground hero sort of like the Brown Hornet.
Lil youngin got money but he still sound boring.
30 mixtapes out, aint said a damn thing.
Nothing royal about ya; you are not a damn king
Even if you step your game up, you aint gon scar me
I’m a PS3 and you’re an Atari.
Flow’s in a special class like teens with Downs’.
I’m too creative. You can’t mainstream me now.

Verse
I’m in the hood like clit rings and crack fiends
A legend with the sickness like Will Smith with vaccines
But I’m not acting or doing that trap thing.
I’m on that rap scene gripping mics like bat swings.
Got that steroids flow, it made my head swell.
My phone steady ringing even though I’ve been fed well.
When the plot thickens, I’m the one stirring.
When the kitchen gets hot, I’m the one serving.
Steady throwing out plates like eights on Mike Irvin
Cuz I’m tight over cuts, sort of like my surgeon.
Didn’t get it? Then pretend it’s 5 virgins.
When God made me he said “I’m splurging!”
Double the talent, double the poise.
Double the strength and double the N.O.I.S.E. (what else)
Double the brains, double the will.
Double the charm and most of all double the skillz.
Hook
Now you can cook it up, and feed it to the fiends.
But I’ma heat it up in the booth and do my thing.
I got that work. I got that work.
I got that work. I got that work.
Yall can flip birds and double your dough.
I got problems but never had trouble with flow.
I got that work. I got that work.
I got that work. I got that work.