CARPENTRY
   Carpentry. It's what I be. I'ts about a tree.
I'll hit u wit a 2 by 4. Splatter ya guts all over the floor. All blood and gore. The Janitor. He gonna have to clean more. That I'm sure. I'll cut a piece of wood if I could. Put u through the saw. Cut off ya finger and make u like a no handed singer. Drill a hole in ya head unless u already dead. That will put u 2 bed. Make a groove in ya arm. But u'll probably move for no harm. And I'll prove that there's no alarm. Pull out ya eyes and put  `em on the grinder. Then u'll be blinder than u was cuz. I'll sand u and rip out ya glands too. That won't look cool. The next day u wont be at school. Cuz u'll be dead in a pool.
Hittin' nails. Buildin' houses. Machines n tools.
Carpentry
Hittin' nails. Buildin' houses. Machines n tools.
Smash u wit a hammer. Take a picture wit a ghetto camera. Drive a nail into the soot. If it could break a pail, it could break ya foot. Knock u out wit a level. Saw ya legs till they have a bevel. Slice ya arms wit a miter so they'll fit together tighter. U be drippin' blood and u'll start to feel lighter. Snuff u wit a piece of lumber. Make ya nose like a messed up cucumber. Cut down trees. Make u like u Japanese n make u say please. Sliver up ya crack, give you a disease. Ya next in line behind da pine for da planner. Make ya smooth n flat on both sides. Good way to take off da fat no lies. Jus cries can't deny. Does dis rhyme sound like you about to die. Let me make it more peaceful. A world without people. Now itz time to rap about da real shit. Forget bout killin'. You cant' be sittin' down n chillin'. Gotta be workin' or cleanin'. Can't be talking, layin' back n leanin'. Ya hearin' get back to work. Some people can be a real jerk.
Hittin' nails. Buildin' houses. Machines n tools.
Carpentry
Hittin' nails. Buildin' houses. Machines n tools.
You ain't gotcha whites ya goin' home. Theres gonna be a fight. Ya getting knocked up in ya dome. At da end of da day, if you ain't sweepin' ya gonna have trouble sleeppin'. These are them shop days we neva forget. Them hot days where the weathers neva wet. You not doin' what da teacher says, you in trouble. Ya swearin' n ya jus not carin' then you in double. You ain't gotta pencil. Number 3 only. There 25 cents. There goes ya lunch mo-ney. At ya own expense. Can't build a fence. Learn how to build some stairs. Go down em. Roll down em. Face ya fears. Have some fun. After lunch. Wrestling n fightin' in da hallway all day. What's da mean teachers gonna say. Nothin' if ya quick n run away. Bullies throwin' bitches in da trash bin. Tryna get everyone in. Da struggle jus be rippin' da skin. Now we goin' to da jobsite. Sometimes what ya think is wrong is right. If ya ain't got ya safety glasses, ya getting sent home without bus passes. You get mad n rather skip classes. You be tappin' some chicks wit hot asses. Don't ya hate when you arrive late n da teacher tells ya to go back n get a slip n you jus think he's trippin'. Well life sucks n so does he. Ya seein' little black girls sayin' “Keep in G.” Da place we be workin' at is so old. We're lucky we didn't get frostbite waitin' out in da blisterin' cold. Da house is takin' so long to fix n make. Damn! How many lifetimes is it gonna take. We out workin' at camps all year learnin' how to dig. All rocks in da way, so da holes ain't even big. We should be a pro, we done it so many times makin' concrete. It don't matter in spring or winter, cold or heat. We ain't  doin' foundations. We cutting wood wit saw dust in ya face. Workin' at a fast pace. Build any thing, anywhere, any place. We got saws n hammers n nails filled up in pails. Got screws up to da attic. But wait maybe I'm being too dramatic. Can't be flippin' hammers around cuz datz a bad trick. N ya can't be throwin' tools n shit cuz someone might get hit. Dis polish kid almost got knoked dead wit a Tape Measure. But itz like his head is a treasure. Then this Puerto Rican kid came n caught it cuz no one else woulda' got it. Halfway across da shop. I'm lucky nobody called da cop.
Hittin' nails. Buildin' houses. Machines n tools.
Carpentry
Hittin' nails. Buildin' houses. Machines n tools.
We workin' out at da softball field diggin' a dougout. Getting' up some worms, getting' da bugs out. We skippin' classes jus to shoots some baskets. Yeah, playin' basketball. now I'm winnin' after all. Freshman year no one cared n we didn't even have our own tools, we were jus fools, to da trade. But now we got everything built n everything made. Tools gettin' stolen n tools gettin' lost. There goes another tool. That's another cost. Money right down, the drain. Right now I gotta band saw, couple a hand saws. A broken hole saw. Pretty soon I wanna get a scroll saw. Mad drill bits. Taped up drill where da chuck key bearly fits. N shit. It don't open larger than a quarter inch. Also gotta countersink But sometimes my mind goes blank n I jus can't think. Got mad tools n I know a few tricks. There ain't nothin' I can't fix. Ya see my words stick in ya head like a utility knife n some memories last wit you fo' da rest of ya life.
Hittin' nails. Buildin' houses. Machines n tools.
Carpentry
Hittin' nails. Buildin' houses. Machines n tools.
Carpentry