Occupations

Pair of aces

Let's see what I'm gon' have for breakfast
Eggs and a well done beat from Evidence
This chef good with his right and left
I just left the studio to pick up a check
From the other studio where I mix celebs
And even there
The music follows me and steers my head
One nation, music the occupation
Under a groove, I gig with the Funkadelic
And at the Cannabis Cup, I was melt baggin'
Give you a touch of the Dutch, Amsterdam Ruby
You're not fuckin' with us
Never since beginning
My clique is one and a must
Professional musician
The mission's all we discuss
Devoted technician
To give the people a touch
Just a simple listen
They got their ears in these
Cuffs with all this bullshittin'
Men looking like women, Babylon venom

Ice water in my veins
I'm a fire starter, riot starter
King supreme being
Rather live long than to die
A martyr but push it, i'm flyin' farther
Prayer hands pushed together like I'm tryin'
Father mother Earth's cryin' harder
Children are dyin', mother
And motherfuckers steadily lyin'
Politicians' forked tongues spit poison
And keep firing
Rakaa's moving in between lights
Flashing and these sirens looking out
Feeling like Cyrus before the shot rang
Breaking out
Feeling like Warriors before the blocks bang
Tryna make it out of the street
Make it back to the beach
Power to the people, back within reach
The next step is crucial
Analyze the operation
For bigger business than robotics
Mixed with automation
I've seen fear and greed levels
That can topple nations
Control the population, this is occupations

My name start with a D
But I'm mainly offense
A style of quality, pure and rich
No nonsense
I am the faculty and the dean of students
I'm the administration and major regime
Get rooted up outta here
And now we up outta here
The dates on the calendeer oops
I mean calendar they used to these amateurs
Defari's a pro's pro
A literal one stop for the finest in vocals
Me and Ev, we the locos