Business As Usual (Letra)

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Music: brendan hill and chan kinchla
Lyrics: john popper

Sue him now and i’ll tell you how
He’s gonna milk like a cow
And if you want to fill a bucket
Simple as pie if you care to try
Just look him in the eye like you’re high
And you want to die to cry
Fuck it
He’s stuck it
Where it’s ripe and i can pluck it
And it’s a jewel
And it’s cool
And hell i ain’t no fool to school the rule

Business as usual
System never fails
Everybody’s constitutional
Bargain back room sale

Bought and sold don’t you catch a cold
It’s going around i’m told
And it’s survival of the healthy
Early to rise gonna win a prize
It’s the other guys who realize
Their demises’ size will fantasize
I’m stealthy i’ll be wealthy
But they deny with a lie
As they try to sigh their sly good-bye
To like it or lump it
And if it’s back is turned
The jump it so pump it out

Business as usual
System never fails
Everybody’s constitutional
Bargain back room sale

Like it or lump it
And if it’s back is turne
Then jump it or bump it or pump it
Have your tea and crumpet
On a stump it
Doesn’t matter to me you see
If i can let it be then i’m free
In the sea of my destiny
And that’s key for me
You know chi for me
And if rivalry is chivalry then c’est la vie
Or c’est la guerre
Let the buyer beware of the fare
And if you dare to bare the air to care
Then something is there
But if it’s bought or leased
Let it be deceased
With the beast released
Then the palm is greased
And we can gather for the feast

Business as usual
System never fails
Everybody’s constitutional
Bargain back room sale

Business as usual
System never fails
Everybody’s constitutional
Bargain back room sale

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Business As Usual (Letra)

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(let’s take it to the stage, sucka)

Erick sermon:
It’s the e, and i’m smokin’. wild like tone loc, i’m roastin, bakin’ mcs,
The e i’m not jokin’ so back up, punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse, before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p…
[parrish: what’s up, e.d.?]
Pass the uzi, to blow up, any wack mc that show up,
There goes one, blast ‘im now.
[e, hold up.]
*don’t make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and i’m-a catch a bullshit charge,
Plus trial.
It’s my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck mc that can’t hang.
Don’t forget, i’m crazy swift. my name is erick sermon
[yeah, and i’m parrish smith]
I could act foolish, start blastin’. ha ha ha ha, now who’s laughin’?
I’m-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me…
[…holler like ya know me!]
I’m mad…

Refrain:
(here’s a little story, i’ve gots to tell) {scratching} (i’m mad!) 4x

Parrish:
My life story i tell straight from the heart.
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
Brainstormin’ with the skills that pop duke taught.
To keep swingin’, yeah, and not to quit.
Now i ride the benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends,
Straight up pussy from punk city, my attitude’s fucked up and real shitty.
From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends,
Who swim in my pool. when it’s time, flex the benz,
Around town, windows down at the south town, cool j tape or k-solo "spellbound"
With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin’ and sippin’
Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and
I’m just lampin’ with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man’s paid.
But of course not, brother can’t get his props
Like for instance, when i cruise up the block
In my 560 lampin’ on my metro phone, chrome kit beamin’ all off your dome.
But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way
That’s how i knew you’re on my dick kid, but it’s okay.
It’s normal, relax, your whole head’s busted.
Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn’t be trusted.
Cuz my sounds pound from here to okinowi…{kiss} peace and i’m ouuuutie!

Refrain

Erick:
Stay tuned to this last episode, when i rock the house and the mic explodes.
This is not the buckwild style that i be usin’, in fact black,
It causes {mass confusion}
It’s a fallout, when sucker mcs and crowds call out my name,
Oh what a shame i got {fame!}
Parrish:
I’m not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact,
I’m like clint eastwood, ‘stead of bullets, rhymes i pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya better run,
Cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none.
We move wax like kilos …{scratch}
And when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode.
Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack,
I wonder where the e and the p’s at…
[can they do it again?] you bet your ass, black.
[see you in ’91] until things get the bozack… [i’m mad…]

Refrain

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Well, it is such a useless waste
filing all those folks away
but its business as usual, today.

See, they were tryin to get over
on a market that s been cornered
(carved by ol Joe Kennedy, and his like).

It doesn t have to be this way,
the stigma s built to tilt the play.
It doesn t have to be that way.

Between Lorrilard and Escobar
the difference is who writes the laws
when genocide s a racket in itself.

There is no debt to be fulfilled
by making people criminals
and turning loose the damned instead.

The competition
is made the villain.
This market s covered
by bad muthas.

It doesn t have to be this way.
I hope I m free to see the day
when business ain t so usual – one day.

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The pink crucifix with the ivory Jesus I wanted.
The man with the blood on his hands, as I ran from the river.
Kissing my cousin, before they took her to the graveyard.
Trembling at night from the violence I heard from my bedroom.

These are my memories.
These are my memories,
coming home.

Called up at school, for my hand wasn’t there to say ‘present’.
Running the gauntlet outside the Club Rado at dawn.
Rory and me, without a spare string between us.
Catching the last bus halfway through I’m So Glad.

These are my memories.
These are my memories,
coming home.

Philip and me and ‘the Brush’ ridin’ ‘round in a Transit.
The Bailey, the Strangely’s, the smoke and the speed and the acid.
I lost my virginity to a Tipperary woman.
A heart that was broken, but it wasn’t the first or the last time.

These are my memories.
These are my memories,
coming home.

Under the wings of the man they called Green, I found freedom.
Three children, one wife, a twist of the knife and a scandal.
Divorce, separation, some kind of salvation came lately.
So many have gone, but I know it’s just business as usual.

Oh, these are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories,
coming home.

These memories keep coming back.
Those memories keep coming back.
All those years ago.
All those years ago.

These are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.