Death and Taxes

(yuhyuh Wus gooood) Yo, hi Nice to meet ya Call me mr. Joe black Standin' in my suit While I'm lookin' at my toe tag Nothin' ever, promised in life Except of death and taxes C'mon everybody knows that Naa hi leke jana kuch Naa hi apna yaha kuch Tabhi toh choti baato pe Rehna seekha khush Darwaaza karu pull Waha jaha likha push She told me to rub her Kehti mitaadu saare dukh (haha) We just some kids Grab your loved ones And give em a little kiss Cuz you never know When you will meet em' again Everything is temporary Leave no opportunity missed If I don't make a hit Industry will take a hit If you disagree, I'mma fight you like brad pitt Club, all of your favourites together Still gonna win Un-apologetic So might as well talk my shit Cause' If you mess up It comes and passes So just, keep yo' head up & take your chances Nothin' promised in life Cept' death and taxes Nothin' promised in life Cept' of death and taxes Yo Death and taxes Microphones, dances Project my voice outta my system Till it crashes This that, window of life Where you make the right Or the wrong move Then u end up seeing the light It's a delight to be here Rapping into the mic Discerning my soul As I'm going thru life This earning don't do shit My money constipated Got 50 cents in my pocket But no one to wish happy belated !? Go shawty, it's your birthday So that I remind you of the little wordplay That you prolly missed So better pay attention next time She be gettin' wet When I deliver best rhymes All my lines, be silver lines Bringing that flava in yo' ear The station it is near The train bout to appear But this time, Better go & hug your luggage goodbye Cuz what's the destination? It's the end of yo' life If you mess up It comes and passes So just, keep yo' head up & take your chances Nothin' promised in life Cept' death and taxes Nothin' promised in life Cept' of death and taxes Yo (s.i.d on the beat woah Haha, yuh Aight just cut it off, aight)