Testo Work Harder

Laser Beak.
Good looking out homie.

Aye yo
What's up all you slackers out there.
Nap time is officially over.
Ask Courage Crew about discipline.
Reign of Terror, Rick Whispers. kill. Broken Dagger. Pinky Ring Records.
This is discipline. Work harder.

Discipline is what you get from within.
It determines if you learn.
Will you sink or will you swim.
This is for all the chips in the pail
so be prepared for the moment of truth when it arrives [x2]

Let me tell you bout myself,
I came from not enough.
Broken homes and shattered bones
But I pulled myself up.
Spending late nights in the street lights.
Right until I got my rightly written And when I wanted to quit I didn't.
And thats what keeps me awake when lids close on my eyes.
I don't think twice. I aim high.
Ain't no dream of for doers so we buckle down and move it
Ain't no place for me to shoot at when my work ethic is fluent.
And if you missed it, discipline is what im spitting.
Like a job getting finished or a crossed off hit list.
Dismiss everything that wants to take the focus.
To achieve you've got to break through the hard moments.
Realize what your doing is slowly approving aspects of your life that you will be using.
So no distractions when Im getting into action all I know is focus practice concentrate
and make it happen right now

Discipline is what you get from within.
It determines if you learn.
Will you sink or will you swim.
This is for all the chips in the pail
so be prepared for the moment of truth when it arrives [x2]
I was born in the slums with a love for music.
Pass from mother to south i created a movement.
Work hard in the studio, holding my craft.
Going from broke with no fear of a crash.
Twelve hour day sometimes with no sleep.
a toll minimum worker with barely no eat.
I lived on a cause, put my life on hold
And lived through stress that would make some fold.
Some artists still crawl but all talk like they're grown
I lost blood for this life and built what I own.
Can't pause for a second, it's an uphill fight.
See stars, weights hanging out of my nikes
My second wind coming, blow bodies off the field
full of piss and vinegar until my corpse ensealed
Focused on my future as my heart beats faster
My likes are snapped shot dreams are getting captured
Soul is the canvas of my blood stained hands
My past is a reflection of a younger man
Roll of change to pay tolls to the next show
This is the fight and lights the wick when it blows