Chill Bump I Get the Job Done song lyrics

Chilling in Lab number 8, happy to create we scavenge through crates for tracks to mutilate, hack a tune, tap

a beat that we duplicate, play some keys, boost the bass, add a groovy break, have a cool debate, kick back

communicate, grab the pen and pad, ‘til sick raps exuberate, accumulate, stack and numerate tracks: Quality

over quantity that you can play back.

Fans be fiending for music asap.

we be fiending to play wherever you be

based at.

Psyched up...

to see you motherfuckaz hyped up...

Yo Mika, turn this Mic up... / Cause we been trapped

in the lab, getting no sun, banging on pads til fingers go numb, been rapping on tracks and bit my own tongue.

but don't worry son. (I get the job done...) If the rain is pouring (I get the job done) If I'm drunk and

falling (I get the job done) Til the early morning (I get the job done) We gon' keep on touring...

stage keeps calling... / Stuffing Tees in a case, we leaving for three days.

We'll eat junk, get drunk, speed on

the freeways, sleep, change positions on our seats when our feet ache, scream "

WAIT!...

I need to take a leak for

pete's sake".

We keep driving, driving...

Life is just a waste… We arrive to venues late and set up like we in a race.

Uh!...

I Check the mic, then I exit the stage.

I am in a strange state, I'm like a lion in a cage.

Sipping liquor in the

quiet and calm, puffing cigarettes until it's time to perform, until they shut the lights and it's on, and if the live is

the bomb, we'll probably party until five in the morn... / If the rain is pouring (I get the job done) If I'm

drunk and falling (I get the job done) Til the early morning (I get the job done) We gon' keep on

touring...

stage keeps calling... / Bonjour...

Who thought that we would be from Tours?

Where becoming

an emcee was seemingly unsure.

I was a punk y'all, dreaming was done for...

I never thought we would be on

tour, performing for people that want more, screaming out encore, fiending to fuck, beating off freaks at my

front door.

It's fucking wild...

but I love it every day.

We made our mothers proud just by having fun and getting

paid.

My homie Jean told me "love what you do", and I know he's right.

You can't become a rapper over night.

Flow and write, go to open mics, learn to control the fright and don't let noone out there own your life!...

One

day you might...

hop in a van, travel all day, dash through traffic, get trapped in parkways get to play, meet fans

and parle.

and chill at the bar for the afterparty.

We wanna hop on a plane, dash a long way, sit above the clouds,

and travel all day.

We can't wait to play, meet fans and parle...

We hope half of y'all stay for the after party / Hop

on the plane… / Sit above the clouds…