Patrick Tilon, Rudeboy - Burocrate Of Flacco Street lyrics

[Verse 1] Speakin' of the brother, and there ain't no other Could be your brother, created by any mother Mr easyway in true perfection Perfectin' each section of life restorin' his action Action a fraction of a timetable, wheel of fortune Wheeling for feelin', with a minute hand pendulum The clock keeps tickin' 'n tockin' and tockin' 'n tickin' My man is clockin' 'n thinkin' Figurin' ways in the place to boost some 'enaline Rushing his pen to send men on a long trip The ;ong mile, freezin' the time with the files Taggin' lady secretaries with ambitious smiles Gallons of coffee, to blacken the throat Life in perspective, with a grey raincoat [Chorus] I'm the epitomy of a perpetual drag What's sad is the fact there's no turnin' back I, the bureaucrat, I ain't got time for this and that I, the bureaucrat, I ain't got time for this and that [Verse 2] Every now and then Mr. Bureaucrat feels fine Havin' the power; makin' me stand in line Peekin' 'n seekin' in desks Ways 'n plays to stress Up his a** is my gesture Showin' feelings is meaningless, he gets pleasure Lickin' the heels above, tramplin' the heads below Deeds of a pauper are so shallow Mr. Jones owns a house for submission Throw out chest to the wife, that old s** position A brain stained, dipped in frustration Rotation, occa**ion, destination, coronation street Speedin' the feet for tha buzz 'n fuzz Sir average bringin' home the bacon And nothin' to discuss [Chorus] I'm the epitomy of a perpetual drag What's sad is the fact there's no turnin' back I, the bureaucrat, I ain't got time for this and that I, the bureaucrat, I ain't got time for this and that