Nixon
Job
[Intro]

Talkin' bout what blunt
This blunt right here

[Verse 1: Art Morera]

I'm gonna win, it's only a matter of when
Before I begin, you wouldn't understand unless you're in the game we in
Others came and went, being me I've been here
Best rapper you'll ever hear, ahead of my time like every year
Guess you can call it a gift and a curse, artists like me experiment
Put shit out that be so fresh, rappers bite like Spearmint
When you look at their videos, all you seein' is pyramids
I be putting out works of art, they take my lyrics and mirror it
You never know, I might skip town I ain't sittin' around these motherfuckers
Did that some years ago up in Vero Beach, bunch of mud truckers
And since then, I've been slanging weed and hamburgers like Fuddruckers
In my city, these show promoters are blood suckers
Even though I bring the ruckus
When you're hitting my trees, only thing equal to it is being abducted
Bump this, get your whole club jumpin'
You're entitled to your opinion but for me to say that your shit is dope when it just wasn't
Goes up against the way I feel, I don't mind telling y'all once again

[Hook: Art Morera]
Get on your job (bitch)
Get on your job
This a breath of fresh air homie, thank God
Turning up the volume knob, can't hear you dawg

[Verse 2: Art Morera]

Scrolling down my iPhone, styrofoam cup half full
Of spiked punch some dime poured me
I'm Eiffel tower high, fool
My weed stories have you leaning forward
You'll get floored, be careful
You've been forewarned, if you dare fall it ain't their fault
Say you can like aerosol, they'll shoot you down like air assaults
"Get the fuck from my fly zone" when you the one they got eyes on
I ain't tired, I'm fire stoned it's why you seeing my eyes low
Fast car driving slow, play the game in survival mode
Tunnel vision, kaleidoscope
You get anywhere with the right approach
Still fly if I'm riding coach, one match one tiny roach
I have high hopes this resonates with ya
The message is the main mission, let your brain switch up
Go against the grain, let them hate, go check my resume´
As I resume attune like you pressing play
I'm the opposite of oblivious, out of all my friends I'm the busiest
It don't stop, swear to God that's how it really is
When your goal's to be on top with a million and a private yacht
And a bunch of bad hoes vibin' out
Real heads know what I'm talking 'bout
So I'm like

[Hook: Art Morera]
Get on your job (bitch)
(You need to) Get on your job
This a breath of fresh air homie, thank God
Turning up the volume knob, can't hear you dawg

What? I can't hear you...