Produce by fredire

Monetized misery, monopolized industries, 
reauthorize fiduciary pain. You feel that babe?
Or can you afford to have your kneecaps rearranged?
Strange? This the way mang, be cool, hang. 
Take a seat your tickers, blinged, or is it banged?
Whatever mang, we’ll give you a wrang.
Relax, you’re in the right class.
No need to gasp, we have a gentle grasp.

Here’s the kicker, who knows which way’s deader.
To be or not to see, to bleed or not to grieve.
Does your cash pass for gas or did you drive off the overpass.
Make sure to make a splash, this might be your last chance.
If you make it, past the hash, we gotta get blast-
-ded, and basted, then wasted and shit face-ted.
Put on your high-waisted bell bottoms, I know you got 'em.
Don’t be late, the plain slate demands paint.
No room for irate, just gyrate your mind state. Okay?

Hey, hey, hey, no time to wait. Your bills late
(character switch)
Fuck you. We’re tired. 
I’m going out to pump iron.
My soul hurts, my brain’s schismed. 
I have nothing left to listen.
(swap back)
You have nothing left, and I want nothing more.
Pick your jaw up off the floor, before we go to war.
(character switch)
Fuck you whore. My hormones scorched.
I need a breather before I go to work (WARK).
(swap back)

You better have a weekday off, so you can go to the bank without getting laid off.
You better have weekends clear, your friends are waiting to get beers.
You better not work late, you can’t miss your daughter’s birthday.
You better not skimp on overtime, your paychecks thin can’t live on dimes.
Take personal responsibility, scheduling ain’t hard, you’re a liability.
You work ethic’s bunk, don’t beg for bucks, get a loan, fetch a bone,
be alone, live at home, borrow your friends phone. No one wants to hear you groan.




There’s a minimum wage, you’re safe bitch.
Just face it, you’re fake pain ain’t it.
Land of the free, you fail it’s not on me.
Be me, it’s easy, don’t settle for thievery.
We’re the jobs, you’re the slave.
Well not a slave, look, just behave.

(character switch)
The fuck you call me? this dick ain’t free.
I built your bitch ass, you still hate me.
You think you faze me? 34, still flaming.
Imma call my bro, we unionizing.
(switch back)

Good one, I look forward to sitting on your proposal for 20 years while I eat brunch.
I’ll drive my company car, to the bar, use my company card to buy drinks and such.
You’ll love these mandatory weekend meetings, you’re cold, but can your mind handle beatings.
When was your last performance review? I think you’re just about due.
I would hate to let such a smart mouth go, but if you fail the test hit the road.
Remind me what happened to Chris Smalls, didn’t he go AWOL?

(character switch)
Fuck you, Imma go to congress.
(switch back)
Even better, my lobbyist has been begging to get bigger.
I’ll spend 100 thowe, no a million, really make their heads spin.
Can’t beat back capital, after you gave them the reins. 
Better luck next time kid, enjoy your pain
(character switch)

It stings, what gives, what can I bring.
I’ll vote in someone who can’t be bought.
You know what, fuck it, if they can’t be got
I’ll run myself. I’ll give these fuckers hell.
I can’t fail, we can’t fail, they need to rot in jail.
If Chris was too small, I’ll be humongous.
They’re fungus growing on bungus.
They’re busted, they can’t be trusted.
Enough is enough and..

Monetized Misery

Jazz/Art rap. Seattle transplant, born in NY. 
-Posting "freestyles" every Friday. 
-Many more albums on the way. D-xterous 1 dropping before end of year.