[Verse 1: Rizzle]
Yo six in the morning
Hop on my BMX feeling fresh (paperboy)
Distributing people text
Right to the place you're living
That's not the only time that I deliver words with precision
Yes I might argue for the fact that I've got better rhymes
Check the way I handle bars
I'm on a freaking pedal bike
I'm ahead I'm the next in line
Duuuh I came to give you somethin' like an STI
Never mind next job yeah kitchen worker
I was flipping verses quicker than burgers
Licking my fingers and serving
While thinking of syllables
Working with different versions of tracks
I wanna rap yo
I'm still putting chicken in buns since
I'm still getting chicks in abundance
Believe I run this dreaming of drumkicks no drumsticks this ain't working properly
But when I got my pen in my hand you ain't the boss of me
Safe

[Hook: Sylvester]
Back in my home town you don't get stuff for free
Right now I'm gonna take what I'm owed now
Then work all day and week
I got my Education (Education)
My Reputation (My reputation)
Education Reputation
Education (oh-oh-oh) Reputation
[Verse 2: Mikill Pane]
Ey yo, I never gave a shit about a wage
I'm glad you made my fee cease
I'll count to one while you think about it mate (One bitch)
Time's up
You must be slow
Now count yourself lucky that I ain't used a faster flow
This is to every single boss that ever asked me to go
Before I got the chance to quit with a sarky tone
And just so every single one of you bastards know
The only job I ever get now starts with blow
You were just a massive moaner like a particular drawing
Putting me through sh*t I'm sure was not within the law
If I say I want my masters it doesn't mean I wanna be your slave
It means I own all my original recordings
My bars were incredibly sick but I was clocking up so many fucking hours I developed a tick
So it's logical that numbers are history
'Cos add 9 to 5 (and) it's impossible to come up with 60

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rizzle]
Yo, Yo, Yo
I'm a loose cannon there's no wonder why they fired me (tell em n***a)
Pass the lighter please I'd like to spark him out (Slap!)
What a jerk and last week my grandma didn't die I just didn't wanna work
F*ck off I wanna work and I'm honest and if I'm honest you're not
Jennifer Aniston in "Horrible Bosses" so drop it
Before I drop in with my lyrics like at this rate I won't work at this rate
Suck it have a sick day
[Verse 4: Mikill Pane]
The Devil's got the answer but he's got a price though
He started doing deals for it a long time ago
But for reasons beyond my control
I was working in a shoe-shop selling the wrong type of sole
I still ain't brave enough to try and speak to Satan
But music pays enough to buy weed and trainers
So even if I earn a little bit I don't give a damn
I'm just doing this for kicks like a Rizzle fan

[Hook]