Urban Dance Squad - Bureaucrat Of Flaccostreet mp3 download

Lyrics

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
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
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 ass 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 sex position
A brain stained, dipped in frustration
Rotation, occassion, destination, coronation street
Speedin' the feet for tha buzz 'n fuzz
Sir average bringin' home the bacon
And nothin' to discuss
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