Music Is My Occupation

(Call the doctor)
 Better call the doctor
 Music is my occupation
 I wake up and hear a drum beatin'
 It's the same that I heard when I was sleepin'
 I tried to shake it off
 BUt it j-j-just ain't leavin'
 I check my prelim
 I walk down the block but I'm steppin' in town
 And I curse at this guy it comes in rhymes
 Called up my mom just to ask her for help
 BUt the ring sounded like a symphony itself
 "Mom mom mom mom mom what do I what what do I do"
 She said "Charlie boy you got the music in you"
 Well I need the cure
 Cause I don't know a lot
 But I know this for sure
 Just a pitch of melody
 And it's never enough
 Feel a little tickle in my pinky toe
 And it grows and it grows
 Music is my occupation
 I will slave to the rhythm
 I will slave to the rhythm baby
 I will slave to the rhuthm baby
 I was feeling low like a tree
 Blowing the breeze
 Chicky D. had me weak
 In both of my knees
 I couln't eat couldn't sleep
 said"I know what you need"
 He sat me down in his seat in the lab
 And suddenly I didn'T feel so bad
 I said damn next thing you know what happened
 It spelled a chain reaction
 To the freestyle flow I'm rappin'
 Brother what did you do
 He said " UTK you got the music in you"
 Well I need some more
 Because I don't know a lot
 But see I know this for sure
 I just a pinch of melody
 And its never enough
 I feel a little tingle in my pinky toe
 And it grows and it grows snd just lose control
 Music is my occupation
 I will slave to the rhythm
 I will slave to the rhythm baby
 Music is my occupation
 I will slave to the rhythm
 I will slave to the rhythm baby
 Music is my occupation
 I would slave to the rhythm baby
 Are you callin' doctor
 I hope you're dialin' 911
 Dip like a dorito
 Dip like a dorito
 Dip like a dorito
 And shake it off the ground
 and hot like halapeños
 Get hot like jalapeños
 And tum yourself around
 dip like a dorito
 hot like jalapeños
 Take it to the ground and shake it akk around
 Just a pinch of melody and it&s never enough
 You feel a little tingle in your pinky toe
 So let go so let go
 And just lose control
 Music is my occupation
 I will slave to the rhythm
 I will slave to the rhythm baby
 Music is my occupation
 I will slave to the rhyth
 I will slave to the rhythm baby