Blue Collar Worker [Mixtape]

by MC FÜBB

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they say two things are certain in life: death and taxes and neither one’s occurred to me yet what beliefs are you living in that’s holding you back? choose the way you view the world and find your own facts, it’s like that I see time spent complaining about the “the system” as worthless I say fuck the system, pimp it, then use it for my own purpose now don’t get it twisted, my mission and my purpose is to get ya’ll uplifted, because I’ve been gifted, and so have you been, but ya’ll too busy acting like you’re victims of original sin like suffering was pre-ordained to reign like if you don’t struggle you ain’t real cuz you don’t know the pain it’s insane like tryna put a needle in a thin-vein and wondering why it don’t fit instead of saying fuck it and just calling it quits, what we really need to breed in our minds is a paradigm shift but most don’t wanna hear that rather smoke a blunt while swigging a beer back although it might appear that I’m bringing fear back I’m expressing my perspective, many can’t near that inner-dwelling truth, we seldom revere that claiming that we on the right course but we letting someone else steer that so I’m asking you to take the time to pay attention to the contents of your own mind and you if disagree that’s fine, but I’ma keep marching on this path of mine and I’ll accept what I find and if you grind, great – what are you grinding for? what are you living for – is it worth dying for? if you can’t answer that with an affirmative, you should take a step back and find out what your purpose is believe me, I’ve taken time for reflection seen the deception and cleaned the infection if I come off a little aggressive, it’s ‘cause I can’t let you make a mockery out of my profession rap is a tool, ya’ll use it like a weapon lacking mental muscle, half-flexin no cadences in with the vocal inflection I’m developed with flow, ya’ll premature like c-sections I won’t join your fan-page, I am not your bredrin you got one style I got seven – hundred my boiling point high like tungsten ya’ll motherfuckers get burned easily like a Bunsen you repping for the city? man, I question that assumption you repping for yourself, and you don’t stand for NOTHIN! talking that shit like the world owes you something but what you owe to the world is something you ain’t confronting and that’s the reason why you frontin’ but ya’ll a bunch of little Kanyes, I CAN’T TELL YOU NOTHIN!
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(free) 02:07
my third eye pierce through the lies like a gamma-ray I hover over all these suckas like a manta-ray I’m the sting-ray to ya’ll Steve Irwins straight to the heart of the matter from which I burgeon which mean I’m growing, they slowing, I’m not concerned with these prostitute rappers acting like they flow virgins you think you know rap, this a different version where lyricism counts, like Kweli, packing my words in so either stand tall otherwise be duckin’ me I ain’t about to waste my time on bull-fuckery so many say they gifted but do they make a difference? are they taking action or paralyzed by indecision? a lot of ya’ll hesitate to make moves not even on the court, you’re still up in the locker room my team don’t even question me and what I got to do they know that I’m focused, manifesting what is possible steady dropping you rhymes philosophical embodying the very definition of unstoppable I dropped the Foundations, some of ya’ll copped a few some of ya’ll didn’t, that’s alright – I’m not watching you hip hop’s been lacking in integrity the genomes been cloned, I bring an original pedigree this is my culture, I refuse to let it be taken over and sodomized by the inequities that I see, in front of me, I can’t ignore it I wish that I could walk away from the ignorance but then I’d be ignorant, so I gotta face forward we all gotta die someday, some of ya’ll race for it life I got a taste for it, so I’m not wasting it (you) wanna see my origins, I’ll show you where the basement is now I’m on stage with it, following my passions now I’m steady taking what’s mine, I’m done asking Like it or not, I’m here to tell you something most of ya’ll talk but ain’t saying nothing rappers spit empty words with no substance so I feel obliged to say something
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I’m not worried about the souls of artists I’m worried ‘bout the people who don’t know what art is perpetually living in these narrow definitions of life but what’s life if the soul’s gone missing? when the only focus is who’s bringing the cash in that doesn’t leave a whole lot of room for passion unless the passion is the paper, in which case we made a mistake and we all caught the vapours and that’s a topic that’s been touched on, see I’m in love with hip hop, most of these rappers got a crush on I bust on, these haters who be lusting for the glamour line ‘em up like nails, and yes, I bring the hammer like BANG BANG – I be doing the damn thang a lot of ya’ll are talking but ain’t doing a damn thang and it’s a damn shame cuz most of ya’ll are capable but ya’ll be steady living your lives like they’re replaceable We gotta get our perspectives right yo we gotta start respecting life instead of searching out a dime for a spliff what we need to bring about is a paradigm shift picture this: a parentless child, no role-model liked to get buck-wild, became addicted to the bottle growing not knowing who’s blood was flowing in his veins couldn’t cope with all the pain, started smoking crack cocaine found himself in alleyways trying just to pass the days prayed every night to God that in his sleep he’d pass away but every day he woke up to another day of living hell, wishing that he had a mother or a father he could turn to so vials he burned through but the streets’ lessons he would learn through every day the same, he got so sick of the sequence took a detour, showed up at a 12-step meeting somebody there shared about struggling and getting by and for the first time in his life, he could identify gradually the weight began to lift off his shoulder life shifted its direction, now he’s 6 months sober We gotta get our perspectives right yo we gotta start respecting life instead of searching out a dime for a spliff what we need to bring about is a paradigm shift We all got struggles man, we all go through it so how come we acting like we the only ones that do it like "you can’t feel my pain ‘cause my struggle’s so deep" but we create reality through words that we speak it’s like, to be strong that means help you can’t seek we left dragging our asses through the week, now that’s weak nobody makes it on their own, no matter what they say so I got principles that on the mic I must obey since ya’ll listening it’s my responsibili-tay to hit you with some rhymes that might make you live your life today and I’m alright today, so I’ma write today, something you can vibe to in the times that I’m away if my rhymes ain’t influencing you then I’m failing in the mission I was sent to do cuz I already see my path, this was meant for you this is life, the only one that can commence it is you We gotta get our perspectives right yo we gotta start respecting life instead of searching out a dime for a spliff what we need to bring about is a paradigm shift
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(free) 02:10
NO SWAGGER, I ain’t got NO SWAGGER I don’t need swagger to be an MC ya’ll can talk about all the swagger you want, but that don’t make you a dope rapper to me ya’ll MCs like to talk about your swagger but to me you look a little strung out, like Mick Jagger so here’s my rebuttal to ya’ll, I’m no bragger but these lyrics will penetrate your heart, like a dagger see I don’t got time to waste with these braggarts rappers burn like bundles of sticks, I call ‘em faggots on the mic., claiming you spit bullets like pistol best rapper alive? oh shit – I must have missed you you’re whole facade is transparent like a ghost I’m a psych major, ya’ll too easy to diagnose like the way you walk around on stage could hide your lack of skill riding the promoter’s dick, the reason why you’re on the bill I ain’t got no swagger, man, I don’t need that want me to conform to the norm? fuck the feedback my lyrics much deeper than that, but ya’ll don’t see that I’ll be writing rhymes while you’re smoking a tree-sack NO SWAGGER, I ain’t got NO SWAGGER I don’t need swagger to be an MC ya’ll can talk about all the swagger you want, but that don’t make you a dope rapper to me (x2) What is an MC? a microphone controller/ if you can’t move the crowd, you can’t rock the mic/ and if that crowd that you move consists of your crew, then you really don’t know if your skills are tight/ see a lot of these rappers talk about their swag acting like they spit chronic when it’s really some shwag just because you’re dressing fly don’t mean that you’re ruling G professing that you’re cool to me, but looking like a fool to me you ain’t no MC, just another rapper wannabe swagger-like you try to be, cuz you saw it on BET spittin bullshit frequently, you look like a freak to me you think that you’re addressing the crowd, but you don’t speak to me see I don’t have swagger man, I got style oh you’re a dope MC? let me hear you freestyle looking fresh to death, but you ain’t saying nothing no swagger over here, but at least I’m saying something NO SWAGGER, I ain’t got NO SWAGGER I don’t need swagger to be an MC ya’ll can talk about all the swagger you want, but that don’t make you a dope rapper to me (x2)
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(free) 02:56
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(free) 02:17
Articulating Benevolence in my Character Devoted to Excellence, I’m the Flow Guarantor Haphazardly these Idiots try Jockin’ me Karate Kick these Leeches Methodically Neurotically Offended by Practical Questions Rappers’ Stupidity causes more Tension Unmentioned Veneration for the Wackness Xenophobic Youths in the game too Zealous spittin’ Abstract Bullshit that seems Copacetic it’s Deranged how our Egocentric Faults are Genetic Horrendous Impairments in our Judgments Kamikaze Lemmings Living Lives that be Martyred for Nothing Oppositional Positions that can’t Quell the Reactive State of our Thoughts, I can Tell Ultimately all Viciousness Will Weaken I X-ray eXpanse of Years from my Zenith Alphabetics… Absolutely rappers Are, Awfully Arrogant Bestowing their own Brand of Bullshit Belligerence Consequently, the Crap is Concentrated into Didactically Dated raps, Demonstrated in an Ever-changing Era that Excludes an Equivalent Feebly and Frantically we’re Frolicking so Frivolous Giving up on our God-Given Gifts of Greatness Holes in our Heads to Hear, instead we Hate this Intelligence Inside us, Indicating we should Jump with Jubilation and the Knowledge of Kings and Limit our Licentiousness Moreover gotta Mention this Nationalistic Narrative is a Negative Only Obsequious Observers are Obsessed with a Policy by which Possessions leave you Possessed Quick-Release Self, it’s Two-Thousand and Ten Unleash Vivacious Writtens to X-press Your Zen Alphabetics…
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(free) 02:17
On some West-coast type shit on some west-coast type shit… rockin’ on some west coast type shit tho I never been there, the vibe I like it never been to Oakland, never seen Compton no I’m not a thug, not about gun-poppin’ reppin’ for the T-dot, city full of options I love it to death despite all of its problems the level of creativity in my city is incredible so many different restaurants, my city’s so edible graffiti on the walls seldom legible every single rapper in my city think they standing on a pedestal egocentricity and inauthenticity the real show love and the fake fall pitifully I consider hip hop as a gift to me You use it to abuse it? then you lookin’ like a bitch to me haters can’t get to me, because I be, standing at a distance but I know that I’m hittin ‘em cuz they show resistance rockin’ on some west coast type shit rockin’ on some west coast type shit regardless where you from or what city you be reppin’ hip hop is universal, touching every corner and section and location on the map, it’s boom-bap attack with the raps, get you high like a dime-sack still I gotta rep my city, that’s where I’m at the H3 Cypher where you find the dope rhymes at vivid verbal pictures like an IMAX bustin like climax lyrical hijacks of your synapses mind-state captures via steppin into my lyrical raptures rappers is actors their whole frame fractures when I expose them as straight manufactured flows jacked, bastards ya’ll could stand with these MCs rhymes so deep make your soul feel empty tempt me? hold yo ass in contempt, B you the flavour of the month, my poetry lasts centuries rockin’ on some west coast type shit rockin’ on some west coast type shit
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straight up – I’m a descendant of Holocaust survivors six million Jews killed in the holocaust I remember that every single day I’m alive because of those who survived Verse 1: F to the U to the B to the B yo my people – step up and get ready fortify-live, hold it down rock-steady yo it’s time to act now, got the strength already I’ma drag up what most don’t recall bigger than a gun-fight or any damn brawl genocide - that’s the biggest crime of them all my people were attacked but we just wouldn’t fall I know about the yellow stars and the food stamps I know about the gas chambers and the death camps this goes way beyond right and wrong did you know that there were six million dead and gone on trains to Auschwitz you wanna talk shit? wanna talk like you’re rough, like you’re the hot-shit? have you ever lost someone special in your life? did you feel the despair, pain sadness and strife? multiply it ten times, you’re still not even close to atrocities that occurred beyond the coast signs were posted, but nobody read ‘em the criminal stood tall, but no-one would dead ‘em 1.5 million children were slaughtered from babies, to nephews, to sons, and daughters “never again” – it’s been said many times but the ignorance of mankind still shines people wanna kill us just because we survive in a pool of sacrifice, my people take a dive anti-Semites wanna steal my rights? meet me face to face and I might take your life ‘cause it’s time alright – time to get up and fight time for my people of the world to unite I say act sooner rather than later ‘cause I’m sick of sitting back like a damn spectator time to put an end to the instigators expose the the neo-nazi fascist haters CHORUS: While people sat back, the Jews did suffer barely any food from breakfast to supper stripped of humanity brink of insanity a war machine took our lives with vanity targets of ignorance and products of arrogance the more I think about it, the less it makes sense looking back now, if you my two cents there’s not grass on the other side of the fence just train tracks where we were shipped like cattle the underground war where we fought our battles sounds of the screams that make the bones rattle the death of my people that happened in the shadows Verse 2: They turned a blind eye while my people died while Hitler and his nightmare multiplied while everybody slept, the blitzkrieg crept lives out of check – wrecked at the hate intercept they said concentration camps were just a myth but it was more real than a shot from a fifth Poland was invaded, many lives were seized hey, there’s an idea, Policy to Appease? from the UK to Germany while thousands cried and begged on their knees my grandparents really only had one choice they had no hope and they didn’t have a voice instead of falling victim like so many did they said “fuck death!” and they chose to live and because of that I’m rapping on this track I stand alive because of that just one fact still they suffered with physicalities arthritis and dementia abnormalities like breaking off the leg of a Broadway dancer for my grandma, no answer died from the cancer lives forever scarred, locked behind bars while people drove around in their fancy cars while unheard cries went near and far my people kept faith as they prayed to the stars CHORUS: While people sat back, the Jews did suffer barely any food from breakfast to supper stripped of humanity brink of insanity a war machine took our lives with vanity targets of ignorance and products of arrogance the more I think about it, the less it makes sense looking back now, if you my two cents there’s not grass on the other side of the fence just train tracks where we were shipped like cattle the underground war where we fought our battles sounds of the screams that make the bones rattle the death of my people that happened in the shadows
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I remember the first time the microphone I ever gripped years ago now, but like yesterday remember it the benefit of experience, lackin it still poetically attackin it, I spit rhymes immaculate nervous as hell, still I held it with the power grip the beat was like a meal, I devoured it far from being powerless and tho I was afraid, as the music played on, I stayed strong and I overcame my cowardice feeling that connection as I looked out in the audience heads bobbin-and, I knew I had to come correct every time, in every single line if I wanted respect and that’s something I’ma never forget every time I picked up the mic, I got stronger delivery harder, freestyles longer used to get lifted by smoking marijuana now I stay gifted, spittin’ what I wanna more like I got-ta hip-hoppa core Bambaata slayin the track like manslaughta touching my mic, told you not-ta how u gonna hold a candle up to the sun, you got nadda word to Big L, 2pac, and Big Poppa rap’s in the blood in my veins, not the watered down versions that you be hearing, domineering on the radio-waves interfering with the culture Ain’t no time to pretend, it’s 2010 My man FELN it’s 2000-Zen So we create Zen in 2010 2000-Zen ‘till forever So I grab mics, and I hold them silver tongues make way for the golden they say many called so few are chosen well I’m both - competition gets frozen I’ve awoken, yes awakened to another level, higher elevation I am the origin of my own creation fuck change, I cause transformation you can call it abstract, you can have that chump-change, you don’t know where my math’s at I’m like Moses, my mic’s where my staff’s at I’m like appearances, ya’ll can’t get past that I’m leading these rhymes in a lyrical exodus it takes more than flashy flows to come next to this concentration deep, seems effortless most can’t F with this after I’m gone you’ll be left with this thought-provoking, soul invoking lyrical brainstorm that gets you open a token of my appreciation for hip hop, I add to the conversation contrary to the self-deprecation I’m urging humanity to stand as a nation thru hip hop, I stand for unification salavation; ain’t no time for move fakin’ Ain’t no time to pretend, it’s 2010 My man FELN it’s 2000-Zen So we create Zen in 2010 2000-Zen ‘till forever...

about

The Blue Collar Worker isn’t about socioeconomic class struggles. It’s a mind-state of the type of grind that nobody sees and yet everybody knows about. It’s not just about rockin’ the mic on stage or spittin’ in the booth; it’s also about trekking around the city with a full backpack and a mission to accomplish. It’s about dragging your ass out of bed when you’d rather sleep-in and taking steps even though your feet hurt. It’s about working that job that you’d rather not work so you can pay for studio time and get your tracks mixed. It’s embodying the type of courage that nobody rewards you for and doing the damn thang instead of complaining about what needs to be done.

The Blue Collar isn’t a status symbol. It’s a representation of everything it takes to achieve one’s goals and materialize one’s dreams. It symbolizes a level of earnestness and integrity that the vast majority of people lack in their lives. It’s a commitment to honouring one’s word and not settling for excuses. It’s the acknowledgment that obstacles are merely limitations that have not yet been overcome.

This is what I mean I say, “I’m on a different kind of grind when I pop the Blue Collar…”

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released May 21, 2010

Tracklist:

1. Blue Collar Worker – “The Ownerz” Instrumental (DJ Premier)
2. Straight Talk – “Boston” Instrumental (Pete Rock)
3. Tell You Something – “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” Instrumental (Kanye West)
4. Two Steps Back – “My Life” Instrumental (Ayatollah)
5. Mind-state feat. Crossword – “Fades Em All (remix)” Instrumental (Pete Rock)
6. Paradigm Shift – “Recognize” Instrumental (DJ Premier)
7. No Swagger – “Work” Instrumental (DJ Premier)
8. Labelling – “Ebonics” Instrumental (Ron Browz)
9. Alphabetics – “Mathematics” Instrumental (DJ Premier)
10. West Coast Shit – “Jus Lyke Compton” Instrumental (DJ Quik)
11. Do Me Right feat. F.E.L.N. – “Lovin It” Instrumental (9th Wonder)
12. Love – “So Far To Go” Instrumental (J Dilla)
13. Let It Begin – “Phone Tap” Instrumental (Dr. Dre, Chris "The Glove" Taylor)
14. Overstand – “Travellin’ Man” Instrumental (DJ Honda)
15. Retrospective – “Beat 22” (J Dilla)
16. Six Million – “Shook Ones” Instrumental (Mobb Deep)
17. Blue Collar Dedication feat. Robbie G – “It’s All Real” Instrumental (DJ Premier)
18. 2000-Zen – “93 ‘til Infinity” Instrumental (A-Plus)

Vocals recorded and mixed by Deuce Wonder at Belvia Sound.
Blue Collar Worker mixtape mixed by DJ Xplisit.
Cuts on Track 1 (Blue Collar Worker) and Track 9 (Alphabetics) by DJ Combo.
Cover art by Jake Kovnat.

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