• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Sacramento - Cuf
• Fuck This Job - Cuf
• Computer Love - Cuf

(N8 the GR8)
California Capital mix
The Adolf Wilson House and tricks
You wanna close shop on Hip-Hop
With some bullshit politics (follow me now see, see I be Rockin)
Even though they plotting block what I'm talking
Ain't no stomping Dropin on tracks
for the 16 Hip-Hop fiend since "Billie Jean"
And when the message had meaning
But now (echoes) theres too much anxiety
It's like a socialist Activist
Up in the Capitalist society and where I'm living
Thats a prefect example of this Institution
And the constitution plus the preamble
It's tricky but not like DMC it's trick tricky
The ways of this community
Now I ain't lookin for the cities support
I know you gotta pick-up K Street and fix up Sutters Fort
since 1849; the Golden State's greedy
and Mr.Wilson hates Chicano's and condemns grafitti
Sacramento Symphony got cut back even starvin
Artist struggling the Ssreets of Sac barely alive breathing
Even our so called homeless I hate fuck it
It's like crabs in a bucket in the chain we should be above it in
[Chorus]
(scratching in the background)
Sacramento 4x
[Crush]
You could gimmie a S simply cause I
Slay's the slur's I plays with words
I announcing verbs with those Intervibing
Gimmie a A cause I attack acrobatically
Methodically modulating adversaries is mad at me
Gimmie a C cause I control
continue to create chronicles for your body and soul
I need a R for being ready to regulate
Ready to demonstrate staying steady
I'm collecting feddy in another way
I need another A since I was young I heard my mother say
"Always achieve," now I believe
I need a M mostly for Motivation
Im making my music my main mental vocation
Gimmie a E for excellent execution experience
Entertaining expert getting loose
And then a N now cause I got news Notorious
Niggas known nationally we giving others news
And then a T right now for tuff beats thoughts
I think tend to Get treated like tasty treats
And then a O for overcomming obsticles
Overtaking opponents we put them in hospitals in
[chorus 4x]
Uh..uh trying to figure If I should rap at all
about the capital of cali the cover up under hate
Long waits stuck in the valley but we strong
Like radar doppler topple over I know your Washingtons like Rover
And I could barely get a penny
For my thoughts though I taught my town plenty
Yet and still since the intent to resent me
Since the cafe I let it be known
I got way too much love for my city
Whats my city got for me no Divey
Just some bullshit shows and some turned out parties
If I sound angry when you see me
Bustin that shit you wrote recently and passed me
with one of them 4 track underground dimey cause thats whats in me
The Sacramento stay core the rich to 2 for to 48 but thats a gimmie
Dummies take my tapes and make some mummies you coud hear em
Get structure like a pyramid, fucked ya when ya weary
Water in the hog thick like sackfog pass me a dollar if ya hear me
[chorus 4x]
Too many politicians, businessmen, policemen
On some anti-us mission
We're lockin the subs the best solution
Can't hustle tapes without getting hassled by somebody
Hand out flyers and get harrassed by somebody
In Sac Town if your creative that's a crime
And they got it locked down so you can mentally do the time
And you could say who why dont ya but that would be a pity
but there would be no more Hip-Hop in River City

(Bro RJ):
Man, fuck this job
Take this muthafucka and shove it
I make money-money, but not enough of it
With an above average salary, but that's before taxes
Once I get the little check I'm back in the poverty bracket
"Let me get my jacket" I asked these fools I carpooled with
Stupid, don't get caught in traffic again, you cruisin'
They blow one before we get there, blow blunts at lunch
Sometimes when I'm at work, I don't work, I just sit there
With a big glare, picture myself a millionaire
Grillin' my secrataries
(I ain't here...hey Rob, hold my calls)
(Hey, get up! No sleepin' on the job!)
Damn, I dozed off, the last night my company had her clothes off
(Hey, wanna work some overtime?)
Naw boss, ain't no benefits in it, cuz I don't claim no dependants
(You fired!) Before I even got to finish my sentance
Then I got offended cuz he interupt me abruptly
I but-but-but my ass, seeing my last pay, and I'm that-a-way
Chorus:
Man, fuck this job
Take this muthafucka and shove it
I make money-money, but not enough of it
(Pete):
Everytime it's job related
Eight hours seems stagnated
Doin' someone else's chores, gettin' paid, but I can't take it
Man I fake it, and I don't think I make it (why not?)
Mainly cuz I'm unfocused and my only hope is lunch breaks
Shit, I should quit, tell ‘em stick it where they crap
Matter of fact, let me get up in this bathroom to take a nap
Never did I have a job that I was serious in, or curious in
Every single one I wound up furious in
I can't help it, I once felt it
Now I feel it's wasted energy
I need to spend the day doing something that will better me
Not busing tables, washing dishes, pumping gas
And fuck lifting boxes, chopping wood, busting ass
Not moving up the ladder or taking the time to do it right
No patience for other business relations at the job site
Man, I'm tired of this place, every day going through it
You can get somebody else for this shit, even a monkey can do it
CHORUS
(Pete):
They want you highly programmable
Ain't nothing tangible about no nigga
Overstand the whole picture
Corporations support foreing affairs
Think they care you got your degree and want to start your career?
Ghetto bastard with your bachelors
Now what's the password?
Go back and get your masters and own your own slaves
Used to look at the teeth, now they peep the resume
And then peep up in me, and I'm to good to say
"Partna, I need this job badly like a muthafucka, I can't fake it"
But 20 g's a year? Man, make it 30 and I'll take it
Hey can I get the vacation package? Where all the perks?
"Partna, don't push your probation, back to your work station"
[spoken]:
Shit basically every single job I ever had I can say fuck that job
(Well then why you worked here?)
It ain't meaned shit, I just mighta needed it at the time
For something that I had to do, or something I had to pay
Or some kind of rent or some kind of bills I had to pay
(Yeah, I can feel that too)
It don't mean shit (Yeah, it don't mean shit)
I can waste every cent of every dollar I ever had on some bullshit
(I feel you, man ay, fuck these muthafuckas man
It's like we gotta enterprise our own shit
And just mass market it, yaknowwhati'msayin?
Yaknowwhati'msayin? We doin' this shit
Ay, fuck this job
And you know why?
Cuz I was laid, and they still didn't give me my vacation pay

(Pete):
The world's at the tip of your touch
So clutch that mouse in from your home
Roaming alone, just you and your portable phone
Can surf the world of mass production, it's like seduction
Being enticed by flashy lights and a thousand and one functions
And that something? To drive a disk that won't miss
With precise right info
Sports, or news reports, or chat with an overseas nympho
Advanced technology means progressed ecology (it ain't crack)
Fools is hooked on IBM, AT&T; and it's cool
It all happened sitting at a desk, and I'll bet
The freaks won't come out at night, they too busy workin' the internet
For real, might as well pay Packard Bell
Too many crosswires, frequently your frequency's a living hell
In a nutshell, the ways of pushing buttons came far
Got computers warning me, ‘don't get to close to that car'
Computers asking ‘leave a message, cuz nobody's at home'
Computers sequencing beats, so we can grab the microphone
So plug in, information dumping past human assumption
But I mean, man made machine, that should tell you something
Pumping computerized versus manual health
People outta work, families hurt after cards is dealt
And like I said, you can keep in tune from your living room
Satellite scatter, big brother, ear hustles, chitter chatter
Chorus:
Shooby doo wop, shoo doo bop...I wanna love you
In a nutshell, the ways of pushing button came far
(Computerized....I wanna love you)
Got computers warning me, ‘don't get to close to this car'
(Compterized...I wanna love you)
Computers asking ‘leave a message, cuz nobody's at home'
(Computerized...I wanna love you)
Computers sequencing beats so I can rock the microphone
(Computerized...I wanna love you)
(N8 The Gr8):
Caught up in this worldwide web; user friendly
E-mail me, I check ‘em on the daily
My connections, verifications with other nations
In certain sections, evaluations by quotations
Yahoo! Ride ‘em now boy, clear your cache
Doing two hundred and eighty three styles per hour
Down the information highway
Central location sideways
Navigating, escape for the internet mindwaves
Browsing, over a thousand heads I could be housin'
Corrupted styles, stackin' up micro files
Mental drug entail, expirimental thugs could sell
Think straight, passwords, over bills, Monopoly game and go to jail
No unread messages, yes I guess it is
Nobody beats the music biz, like them indie kids
Illegal operation, system crash
Drive hard like C's and my colon backslash
Spin your address cuz I hack fast jackass
Always hot box, windows up, skip the skat past
The motherboard fingerbanger
Angered Americans online, wrong time, right place
Resignated to the second chamber
????? save as filename
Style game retreat, no escape, Alt/Ctrl/Delete
CHORUS
(Crush):
IBM-ARC at the party to start to spark
We hardly impart all emcees that were ripped apart
Try to focus on providing for the future
Enter your brain, then re-boot ‘cha
Get rid of what pollutes ya, troubleshoot ya
Just to let you know what you should change
What's going wrong, also what you need to rearrange
And download it in a dumpster, trash it
Don't ask, it's something that we do, and never present it with wackness
Attack this track like a virus through ya back
It's not strong enough to combat this
The fact is your sloppy and your lip's floppy
You see me doin' things, knowin' ain't a human being can stop me
Poetry programmer and thought technician
Making people wanna listen without commercial intermission
Hip-hop is my plight, that's why I write
To minimize manipulation of megabytes
Then let you in my memory bank
If you remember when rank first to disperse with a verse
We stemming from the dirt
Skipped earth and hit space (what?)
Moved the paddle right
You see, we came to keep it bouncin' like a satellite
And after that, look, get caught up on a hook
Better yet, you can catch a lot more in a net
So DJ's, B-Boys, and all microphonists