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9 to 5 (Rock the Mic)
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Just a day in the life..
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.:Enter the Aero-K:.
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Genre
Hip-Hop New School
Charts
Peak #3,804
Peak in subgenre #405
Author
Alexander Jung
Uploaded
October 18, 2007
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MP3 1.8 MB 128 kbps 1:56
Lyrics
My 9 ta 5 is rocking the mic So much rock it’s a meteorite Woke up quick at eight thirty Just thought I had to be fashionably early Alarm clock buzzin’, so I had to shoot it dead No more wakin’ me up, son, six to the head! Crinkled up shirt, straight from last night Time to head to the 9 to 5 son, “Rock the Mic!” Get on my bike, cus Voltron’s in the shop Had to cop some cash, then some cop told me stop! Yo Mr. Officer, am I being arrested?! You get a ticket cus you got no helmet you stupid misfit But Mr. Officer, I was late to my school district They tardiness is strict; being late, I couldn’t risk it What’s ya name kid? Oh, it’s Alexander Jung As he wrote my name down, as I did a hit and run Shoot! Now I’m wanted against the law Found a wooden bat, and played mailbox baseball With the same bat I smacked a Cadillac Jumped straight into a Pontiac, that’s when I had a Mac attack! Now let’s, check the facts, I’m a straight up fugitive Late to school, and my schizophrenic turned me ludicrous I’m not new to this, playing hooky like a veteran Family arcade, played this rookie with only Ken! Then, 12 o clock, the blue and white had investigated Stated “Aero-K!” Asians they separated Discriminated, all the Koreans in the place I boned out laughing as I had painted my face Now the last place they’d look was back at my own home Ate some bo jeeng tang, then flowed on the microphone I could write a novel with all the things that had happened But naw, I’m only 17 let’s just stick to rappin’ At this point, its 5 minutes to 5 At gun point, the cops said they have arrived Sent the S.W.A.T. in with slugs and 45’s Bulletproof monk son, I made it out alive But as I stepped out the door thinking I was bad I got a D in math, and here comes my dad
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