Career Finders The Perceptionists (Ft. Shock G)

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[Interlude 1: Greg and T]
Greg: Hello. Career Finders. Greg speaking. May I help you?
T: Oh, I'm T-Nut. I'm T-Dog, T-Nut Penitentiary
Greg: Okay
T: T-Dog Nut, Killer T
Greg: What are your special areas of interest?

[Verse 1: Mr. Lif, (Akrobatik), and {Mighty Dollar}]
(Yo, I pump crack). You fill cracks? (Nah, I pump 'em)
Whoa, I think you got too personal or something
So, you're living an alternative lifestyle
(Nah, nigga, I sell crack in little vials)
Hmm, I think I got the perfect job for you:
Go home and raise your kids and stay the fuck out the booth
(Ayyo, fuck you). Next! Why you looking all vexed?
What's your skill? (Everyday, I blast niggas with TECs)
Can you use an AK? (Hell yeah!). Is that a fact?
Ak, pull up the plane and get this kid to Iraq
State your name. {Mighty Dollar}. (*Laughing*). {What's so funny?}
Nothing. {Son, I'm known to get money}
Yeah, it says right here you rhyme excessively about
Cash as if everyday's a fucking spending spree
Maybe consider accounting or banking
Or maybe it's time to stop doing the glam thing
It's played out. Oh my God, he hasn't noticed yet
Leave the mic alone and pass the rhyming to the vets. Next
Fuck that. Matter fact, close the office
These lost, black zombie niggas making me nauseous