I am North American.
And you can't test my hustle.
Not with a panel of scientists, a box of number two pencils, undoing a bra strap with three hooks, before the fourth and final exam.
Ambition is the race against the mirror,
and judging by shit smeared deluge of celebrity chatter,
we spend way too much time here. Tweet that.
Over on this side of Greenwich,
We don't have time for tea, baguettes or siestas,
I'm so jacked on my dirty chai lattes
I'm reading the news from Tokyo,
translated real time to my iPhone,
cause those mafuckers are so efficient,
they're already in tomorrow,
and I need to get that news yesterday.
Over here, we casually date the time line.
You know why?
Cause we keep shit fresh.
Any new form of music to hit the radio waves in the last 100 years,
yeah that was us.
And we gonna put it on blast, you know how,
the internet,
yeah that was us too.
We have so many internet jacks, that sometimes late at night, in between the planes flying over head,
if you listen real close, you can hear the sound of the new generation fapping their way through an early puberty.
Digital natives represent. And if you don't know what fapping means, head down to the library, and ask the librarian to open up google for you.
Porn is effective birth control. Rss me.
Times have changed, cause we've changed them.
Long for yesteryear?
So do divorcees, but ain't gonna change the fact, that they're never coming back.
Time to move on, peep the technique:
Canada's national animal is a beaver,
cause we bout building shit out of trees,
we'll block a river to do it, and we'll look fresh as hell in a lush fur coat.
It's cold up here, and if you got time to chill, its cause your not moving fast enough.
America's national animal used to be a bald eagle,
but now it's a giant dick.
You know why?
Fuck you, that's why.
The US is about one thing: manifest destiny.
They believe they're number one, and they don't care what you, the UN, the middle east, history or the Pope have to say about it.
They want it, they take it.
Capitalism 101, hey we made this system where our money is the best, use it.
Hey you're mad cause we change the rules to a system we sold you, shut up.
If you really have a problem look up, those are flying robots with bombs on them.
They're dicks, but they don't keep it a secret.
Lastly we have the Golden Eagle rounding out the amero zoo, down in good ol Mexico.
Mexicans bring you tequila, chocolate, salsa, both the dance and the sauce, and tequila.
Mexican girls are notoriously hard to get with, apparently this is justified by the old wives tale:
"Sexy mexicanas skeet candy and pure aztec gold"
Who knows, mexican cartel leaders that's who.
Are you high on opiates right now, God knows I am, largest producer after Afghanistan. Real talk.
Over here in the western world, we're as civilized as a dry gin martini,
We like our women like we like our media,
fast, biased and seducing us to consume,
I'm going to take over the world,
cause my hustle has been refined by a labour market,
that has fondled my balls since they dropped.
Peace.