Master of My Craft

Lyrics for Master of My Craft

I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine Name in print, tongue, t-shirts and minds Thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it I didn't come here to dream or teach the world things Define paradigms, or curate no livin' days With high thread counts and staircases high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it My thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it Yeah, people die I don't care, you should see the wall of ambivalence I'm building I got no love for the living With my thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it Death to all false profits around here we praise a dollar you fuckin' hippie Wanna walk around in my shoes and then tell me how it feels To have thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Forget about it From the hands of my mother, said I'm master of my craft With the thread counts high Commissions high Hourly rates high A minute of your time? Ya know Socrates died in the fuckin' gutter!