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Minimum Wage Slave [f. Shael Riley]

from Rolling Doubles by Beefy

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I wrote this song while working at Papa Murphy's and GameStop at the same time while doing a lot of local shows. Tanner sent me the beat months prior and I loved it because it reminded me of The White Stripes for some reason. I wrote up a hook for Shael to sing, but Shael brings his own awesome to the track. I used my idea for the verse 3 intro. Don't feel too bad for "working stiff Beefy" cause that's where I met my girlfriend and inspired the song "Game Store Girl."

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Get up, work, sleep, eat
Purchase power, shave, repeat
Clean shirt, dirty socks
Car alarm, alarm clocks
Sleep depravation
Mental masturbation
Spend, spend and never save
Minimum Wage Slave

Gotta wake up at 8 but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
Cause running through my mind is murder, sawed offs, panic, and mayhem
You don’t wanna wake this beast, I curl up tight under my sheets
But Chick McGee on my alarm reminds me that I can’t sleep
So I put on my polo, dress slacks, dress shoes, look for my black frames
Cause I gotta see so I can make pizza and sell you nerds video games
These nerds think that I live the dream, free pizza and free PSPs
But I should probably roundhouse kick them and see if their all on PCP
Electronics don’t come cheap, I could get a better deal on EBay
And when I tell em they should reserve a game they don’t listen to a damn thing I say
So excuse me if I don’t feel bad and drop down on both of my knees
Bout how you wanted Guitar Hero 3 but it sold out on the Wii
Come in here all the time, you’re still paying for extra bacon
Don’t try to take advantage of this nice guy making phony relations
Can’t feel too bad, in Washington we make seven ninety three
And ya know it’s going up again to eight bucks in January

And I got holiday hours creeping up on me daily and nightly
If I gave you a gun and would you shoot me if i asked you nicely?
Shouldn’t keep razor blades behind the counter, giving me dark ideas
Wish these kids would just go home, who needs games when you still got your hot wheels
Broken neon sign out front says that I work at umbia Center
Never shoplift, but if she’s cute and busty, well then I’ll probably let her
Imma slave for the minimum wage, probably should have just kept my fat ass in school
Twelve years too long, now i’m a pawn, every damn day played like a fool
I smell like onion and garlic, I feel empty and cathartic
See myself as a moocher, I’ll taste success in the future
Cause what you hear is so damn sweet
Other MCs bow down to my feet
But that’s just a dream, because actually, I’m more like 12 steps from the elite
I’m an artist with a mic but same goes with pepperoni and dough
Don’t even tell me your topping, my fingers already know
I’m down the best I can, 2 jobs I’m the man with a mic in my hand
But folks in this land they don’t understand
When all the shit hits the fan that’s all part of my plan

I’m a minimum wage slave, working for the man, yeah
Every dollar that I make they take it from my damn hand
Working two jobs, and I burly get by
But I gotta suck it up cause sadly this is my life
And I don’t know what Beefy can do
Don’t know if there’s anything I can say to you
To make you understand that I’m just a man not a fan of dollar bills being snatched from my hand
Now I pay rent for real
Using change in my car to pay my bills
Hockin my TV, living life cheaply
No more ladies who’s dads wanna beat me
Cause now I don’t have the cash for a dork date and to treat you proper
Guess life is a bitch and there’s no way a dude like me could ever stop her
Now I just sit at home
Fat ass in the living room all alone
Fake ass YT, hacking encryptions
So Microsoft doesn’t end my Live subscription
Overdrafting on the daily just to get gasoline in my truck
But still I tipping like a pimp cause frankly I’m not giving a…darn
Just give me the check you can keep the fame
Don’t care if Joe Blow’s never learning my name
Stomach’s got pain and it’s totally lame
Got shame from this game and I’m going insane

credits

from Rolling Doubles, track released August 15, 2008
tanner4105 on the music and the mix

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Beefy Kennewick, Washington

Beefy is a grizzled young vet of nerdcore hip-hop, having been providing thrust inducing jams since 2005. Based near a decommissioned nuclear production complex in the Pacific Northwest, Beefy’s meta-powers took shape in the form of dope rhymes, fun flows, and he can glow in the dark. Beef can be found on Patreon making new tracks every month with producer and beat sommelier tanner4105. ... more

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