knuckle brawling, getting drunk as fuck on whiskey This slavery to hell We are the underclass, and the 'lucky country' holds us here Union man, can
to chop somethin' Dumped by one of my Union friends Soon as they seen the Benz hatin' season was in Hell, 'cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason being But I'm the man
one of my union friends Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein Heh, but I'm the man
da boys, man, this is Diplomat Records, man Ya'll can't fuck wit us, we can go to war for years Let's do it, man, nuffin', man Yo, yo, these stories
to cry awhile I don't carry dead weight, I'm no flash in the pan Alright, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man I'm lettin' the cat out
I want to go to steel guitar heaven That's the only resting place for me I want to go to steel guitar Heaven There's a lot of swinging cats I been wanting
come and mcs go I'm one of the few mcs left with mc flow So when mcs come in, mcs know If they can't mc then they got to go Now everybody light it up
and began to die Become yourself and all that you are Set your sights no matter how far Become yourself and all that you are Set your sights Set your
buying vickey secret Just to cover her punani hair Repeat 1 [lil man] Uh oh, you didnt think I was coming My people cant stand for the little man To
he soars He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun Call him Timbaland the resurrection Clear ese, don't try to hide from ya fear Clear ese, don't ya hear the set
seem to cease 'Cuz everyday man impregnates the belly of the beast This is me, in the United States of Amnesia Your state of a union don't address me
come and MCs go I'm one of the few MCs left with MC flow So when MCs come in, MCs know If they can't MC then they got to go Now everybody light it up
apple-pickers union and I always paid my dues I'm the man that signed the contract to raise the risin' sun And that's about the biggest thing that Man
for the Union any more And which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on? Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on? We set out to join
one of my union friends Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin' season was in Hell cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason being But I'm the man
to warn her My sounds the type to thrill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill 'Bout to go to Union Square just to
half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn And them dogs commenced on the fireplug Rest of 'em set there starin' at us And I says, "Roy, go get your flit
