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whats money
- yeah you know the game, we out to make the million
- grab all the fame, rise to the top like helium
- seal them fakes out cause they rap like silly nuns
- don't work a day in they life yet get silly funds
- so silicone bastards bounce back from all losses
- but I aint been back from my bank account pauses
- where bills come but I run no money faucets
- so I foolishly seek to find fortune for wallets
- I work a nine to five, leaves no time to breath
- like a verse about money I spit through clenched teeth
- as is writ I write about our equal rights
- as cash rules everything under the moon at night
- cream of our crop the capitalist corruptions takes
- 5 to 9 percent of which our own government rakes
- to pay for their own massive moronic mistakes
- and make missiles to wipe that grin off of your face
- I need cash because I got no credit
- swiped my card, I'm in the red on my debit
- where's the social security money I inherit
- gone now, bye bye was the word from the Senate
- which is so full of senators with deep pockets
- riches like angels in their bank deposits
- and the rich get richer in these money markets
- so when we aim our guns, who you think are the targets
- screw passive resistance, I'm a passionate prophet
- we had Obama on the stand, I pushed him off it
- now trump stands tall, his feeble mind will forfeit
- for four fifths of a man that is more fit
- to run a country run on the need for greed
- and speak to the youth who have a need for weed
- while in fact, the seedy underbelly takes the lead
- cause everyone knows drugs are the way to succeed
- see I don't make friends, I just make m's to make ends meet
- cause without it how could our lives be complete
- I mean it heats homes so we stay off of the street
- where gangs and thugs are the discrete elite
- the heartbeat of society runs deep
- nothing in this world will ever come cheap
- so don't sleep, work your ass off for something
- cause nobody wants to leave their kids with nothing
- what happened to the days of reaganomics
- now health care's shit, to survive you need a miracle tonic
- cause the gov's a backstabbing two timing bitch
- so I stick a certain finger up at the rich
- I'm a middle class murderer of made men
- made men make kids, and the cycle begins again
- when they see beggars on the street, can't spare a dime
- so I simply suggest a new paradigm of crime,
- I rob more rich bitches than in Robinhood's prime
- come through my neck a da woods ya pay a fine
- this countries run by the diabolical diabetic kind
- a bunch of fat fucks is a sign of end times
- cause freaky fast food knows how to advertise
- make money, spend money, and get a side of fries
- then fatties get joint pain so we prescribe acetafen
- and then I suggest getting high on methamphetamine
- don't worry, these days its like an adult vitamin
- old people are the opioid users taking Vicodin
- and Its a new day a new way for new narcotics
- And who can really say whose really psychotic
- cause money bought the psycho a fully automatic
- and the happiness money can't buy made him erratic
- He's shooting kid by kid, in his mind its systematic
- so bang goes money gun, sadistic and enigmatic
- but please don't panic, the justice system got control
- these taxes pay for the cops whose on patrol
- and crack rocks pay for jail and the devil gets your soul
- so in this life don't go solo it takes it toll
- the money flows through the veins of society
- through pain and knowledge you gain notoriety
- so cash is King and it's praise brings piety
- don't believe, then live in perpetual anxiety
- cause conceptually its truth I administer
- as I warn the youth of something sinister
- as you grow old the systems no longer funny
- so I leave with two words, whats money?
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