Death and Taxes Video (MV)

(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)