Have u ever worked 9 to 5, like my 9 to 5?
It comes and it goes like it's a surprise.
Ghetto laps, I was made to go round and round, 
Now nothing's more imp. to me than the hip hop beats, 
And it's sound that surrounds.
Next race, and this one's a highway, 
I see flashin' lights coz I'm entering the freeway.
Karma, my weapon, 
Is my only camouflage, 
Nothing is second, 
Coz m a shining star.
A will to make it happen
And I just won't stop, 
Boys around surround me while they are clapping, 
To the glorious beats of hip-hop.
Yeah I got the beats, I got the lines, 
Feel the power of the bars, with my rhymes.
Sleep for a moment, while I work out, 
A hustle on my way for a smooth smoke out.
Nothing, now nothing can suffice me, 
If u don't believe, go ahead and try me.
I've started with my demo, coz it's high time, I amplify this heat.
9 to 5 wasn't working for me, so I worked 5 to 9, 
Now I'm waiting for a deal.
Blessings on my way and holy waters rain this time, 
This is all I have with a varied bass line.
Working all day and to suffer every second?
Every second I went thru d pain, 
Coz my life just won't stop wreckin'.
Goodness in my life were just few moments, 
Now I lost them even as a memory, coz everyhting's fuckin' broken.
Sleeping with anger and disgust, 
I don't wanna talk about it, 
I wanna million bucks, 
By selling the idea about it.
Like a nomad in this city, I've come from the grassroots of New Delhi. You don't know what it's like to struggle for a dime, I did it all and fought to struggle for
A life 5 to 9. You are not like me, u must have done this once, think of d massacre if there was a reoccurrence. This is new, brand new, hip hop with the
Base, it's a life cycle, so nothing goes waste.
I don't care if u try to weaken me... I've done this once... I'll do it again, even when m asleep I'll find d strength in me... spent my whole life doin' 9 to 5... so I go underground working 5 to 9... coz m done with my life now I need a record deal sign.
I was doped, I broke, I couldn't get by 9 to 5 n I was a joke... what to say what to do... he can't get by wid the fucking daily blues... a true rapper
Is an artist expressing himself... rolling in high speeds, waiting till the very end... I got hash that's pure... my life is made, now u know what
My heart feels like that's y it's drug money I chase... 
Just wanted to love, now imagine what I have, 
What goes around comes back around, 
N this is a circle of life, remember that! 
For all you who didn't give it to me, 
It comes back around, 
Don't expect a turn around spree... 
It's not that easy as I thought it would be, 
But I suppose this is how the splits are meant to be.
You only know how to split it coz u can't dig it, 
That's my style, watch me go far wid it.
I'm a hustler and I can code it, 
My shipments are secure coz I wrote it.
Everything's in motion when it's my deal, 
I'm a hustler and I know how to carry out my meals. The distributions r necessary, the priority is primary... I got nothing for ya, 
Except some pity. You can't make it thru the way I do it, whatever I say, I can, coz I don't want to prove it.
My sign is on special places and is enough for me to get high, I spend time at bars alone and drink enough just to get by. Sitting in cafes alone, I never
Wanted it, now you cry in misery and don't come after me wanting it. Music is my love and life, I don't care if u think it's lifeless, 
For me it's living and yeah it's priceless.
Fuck that chord man, 
Coz I got no money to record, 
All I got is a song written n ready to dedicate to y'all... 
9 to 5 being my life and I get retarded.
I go for 5 to 9 as my rehab, they think I'm weakhearted.