LUMPENPROLETARIAT   Microeconomic Analysis 101.  The capitalist mode of production imposes the predatory social relations of capital.  And when you’re gonna get some food, your brother got to be your enemy…

—Messina

“You Don’t Work, U Don’t Eat” by WC and the Maad Circle

“This afternoon, we want to talk about” –Malcolm X

“Now, I want you brothers to dig where we coming from”

[WC]
Five years ago, when I was in high school
No bills to pay, I used to say to myself:  Life is cool
I had a roof over my head and a part-time job
Slanging at OB’s bird-stand
Washington High was the school I attended
‘Til ’87 graduation came and I wasn’t with it
Kicked out the house at the age of 18
No money for college, mmm, so, how should I handle things?
I tried to go the so-called right way
And went to a JC, but I wasn’t getting paid
I’m working at a chicken stand now with a chicken
On a spring at the top of my hat, gettin’ clowned
I gotta pay my rent, but my job ain’t cuttin’ it
So, now I’m drinkin’ gin sayin’:  Here’s my alternative
To either keep doin’ what I’m doin’ and don’t trip
Or go and buy a gat y’all and come up on a grip
So, like anybody else, I went and bought a gun
Pullin’ burgs at night and now I’m countin’ my funds
Eatin’ three times a day and I drive a coup on Daytons
Cruisin’ through the alley bumpin’ Ohio Players
Yo, now you can say what you want; but I was taught on the streets
That if a brother didn’t work, then he didn’t eat

“You don’t work, you can’t eat” –James Brown

[Coolio]
Peep this, some take kindness for weakness
Focus on the park and watch how I freak this
Subject for survival, got to stay alive
I gotta eat; so, I do or die
Not a full-time crook but I was born right
So, if I want to eat; sometimes I got to jack
So, jack I will; and go get some presidents
A foot in the ground and the other on an oil slick
Money ain’t everything, but neither is brokeness
Give me a knife ‘cos I can’t live off happiness
Once a brother said:  I can’t work for the white kind
Standin’ on the corner in a soup line
Said he’s too black, too strong, ain’t done nothin’ yet
Waitin’ on the fifth for his government relief check
Hummin’ and bummin’, most hate to see him comin’
And every first and 15th, these strongs on his life
But a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal
That’s why I’m real and I ain’t afraid to steal
Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat
If you don’t work, OG, then you don’t eat

“You don’t work, you can’t eat” (Repeat 2x)

[Ice Cube]
Aye, yo, I want y’all to meet a nigga from the Lench Mob
He gaffled for his meals (McDonald’s is my spot)
Aye, yo, Jay Dee, kick some shit for the Maad Circle, G

[Jay Dee]
If you don’t work, you don’t eat, need I say more?
‘Cos I’m a kick my rhymes in abundant while you stay poor
Since I was 14, I raised myself
I built a roof over my head and then I went for self
I sold cooked-up rock, made my way through school
I’m not saying you should do it ‘cos it ain’t too cool
Kicking shit, playing to start your back
Talking about that bullshit prize, you slay me right?
And you other motherfuckers out here banging for change
Need to wise up and seek personal gain
Or maintain some type of pain
Cause they don’t give away hot lunches out here in L.A.
Yo peace to the Dub and the Maad Circle
For giving me the chance to let the rhyme just flow
So you can (So, you can either sell dope or get your ass a job)
Jay Dee (I’d rather roll with the Lench Mob)
“You don’t work, you can’t eat”

[MC Eiht]
Eiht is stepping from the city down under
And I’m robbing more punk fools blind like Stevie Wonder
Ain’t no punching a clock, I ain’t with it
For a quarter an hour I make the shit every minute
And please, don’t even let me catch a brother slipping
He’ll be short, shorter than short
With my hands around his throat
Fool, come off the chain and bracelet
I know it’s wrong but face it
A brother like me won’t win the lottery
Ain’t no faking when it’s time to bring home the bacon
‘Cos I was taught get what you’re gonna get quick
And don’t get gaffled in the mix
So, I guess I’ll keep stacking, breaking the law
Checking a fool, wrecking and breaking his jaw
Jzheeyeah, that’s life in the Compton streets
Homeboy, you don’t work, homeboy, you don’t eat
“You don’t work, you can’t eat”

[WC]
This record was put together by Jay Dee, Coolio, and the W
Eight, Chilly Chill, and DJ Crazy Toons
Sic brothers out to get paid cause
Nowadays you got to go for yourself or go broke
I’m living day by day cause you see the future ain’t promised
So save that drama for your mama
And make sure you’re out of my path when I’m on the creep tip
Or have your first name changed to R.I.P.
“You don’t work, you can’t eat” (Repeat 2x)

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“Curb Servin’” (1995) by WC and the Maad Circle

[WC AND THE MAAD CIRCLE lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.  “You Don’t Work, U Don’t Eat” lyrics are provided here for educational and personal use only]

[En sanctuarium  Friday, June 12, 2015]