Sole - Every Day I'm Hustling lyrics

Yes, sir! It's on...haaa... Now, what they do? You know, it's big Sole, the f**ing boss My music's not for all, or it's all for naught I bought that bear mace I don't need a heater I'll make the listener go pick up a Noam Chomsky Reader I'm from the state of Maine; my swag is from 1870 And when I hit the West Coast, it's like DJ But I ain't from nowhere Homey's a nomad In the Rockies is where I'll wage my f**ing jihad And I ain't out to make a fair weather f** a trophy On the war getting dusty I'm clever; don't trust me Unstable; don't cross me On a good day You'll think I'm on the run From the Homeland Security Ripped so many words that I should learn to speak Sumerian So when the aliens return to Earth, they'll be sparing him And when they found me They knew I wasn't gonna talk They took my ACLU card And whipped me real hard But I don't got a lawyer Or an agent for touring I've burned so many bridges They call me Ghengis Khan My pen is never wrong And it's always on me The truth hurts the weak So I'm never sorry And if you saw me in my youth then you will see me now White devil on the grind forged up in the depths of hell I was emo before Kanye made a hipster album And I never stole nothing that I couldn't turn a bomb from Money's cool; I'm cooler High road; no interpreter No food; no problems No problems; no music Headache? The twelve trillion conned Blame the baby boomers That's why I'm with the workers Screaming "Feed us or shoot us!" Call me what you want; I promise not to call you out Let 'em run their mouths Someone buy me a house You're so played out One on one Serve your hate This land isn't my land You shouldn't exist, like USA Best land's always solen Same with albums, that's my problem But it ain't nothing but more nails up in the devil's coffin Push me out to sea; let's see who's really deep And I know you're really, really shallow I read your tweets Some play dumb Stay dumb stay down Take your C4 and war planes Bombing playgrounds Until then I'll maintain Channeling my inner demon You'll catch me up in the kitchen Steady silk screening Tour shirts, even posters Even the brokest among us are hard workers So what the f** is a hustler? [Slavoj Zizek] Two things worry me about the left. First, it's more and more legalistic moralization, you know. It's kind of a pure form of protest against unjustice, then the only thing you can do is legal forums, and so on. In this sense, many of the ex-leftists are getting depoliticized. They no longer ask the truly basic questions