(Intro)
No, I don't worry
I'm a man who believed that I died 20 years ago

And I live like a man who is dead already
I have no fear whatsoever, of anybody and anything


(Verse)
Yea, yea, I been gone for a year, I ain't take no rest
Whole crew got avoidin', I'm back on deck

What's next? Benewines and Domowit, Roset
Stone yo headset, learnin' my text
Rap life is erafted in rapids and mad theatric

All alone back for bachelors
You ain't even used, tellin' yo fate to say it ain't so
With the rumors, he runnin' you bad %#@!

New years superior mic, crack software
Payin' no price, fryin' all of yo lights
Work all night, break day in the lab

Do all of this well, appear simple
This here is a drag
Visionaries can't live in the past

Eight years got my hands up in this and that
Do the one, do the do the one off
Like it means sumth' to us

Teamin' up, even if it's a light work-out
Don't blow rap(?), folk have to blow down
Neva in short supply cause I can't be

I plant seed. All a part of my nature
Yo one's Andy Rap, beef nothin' major


(Hook)
The employers of the year, yea, went back to work
The employers of the year, yea, went back to work

The employers of the year, yea, went back to work
The employers of the year, yea, went back to work


(Verse)
The employers of the year, yea, went back to work
I respect ya, real fiends really touch the vessel

Wisashi and Emoto type raccoon
Been sharper than I was in the 26 oodjie
Drop the blunt, dead verse, hoof

Rents repeat, like my friend got divorced from rest
And pledged polygamous vows to the pen and the cleff
They say chill, but I'm lost on the meanin'

I got base cookin', my clientelle feenin'
It's quality and quantity, any downtown that I'm blessed with
Is fueled from learnin' where the tree is

Asian Dimique, scrub art, loss of memory
Swift kicks knockin' items off the artillery
Blamo! What you got is here is feel it's energy

This ain't even half the artillery
!@%(yze and pillage me, kinko the flow and deliver me
Can't touch a (*##$ with disability

(What?) Nah, boy, you gotta get yo own
Keep buggin' off the word, it's just another poem
It's like that, blessed with ink in the labor

Eyes low as Frank, just compensate us

(Hook)

The employers of the year,
yea, went back to work
The employers of the year,

yea, went back to work
The employers of the year,
yea, went back to work

The employers of the year,
yea, went back to work