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Scared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneCallin' haves and have nots, every cell on the blockEvery nigga with a trigger, empty barreled or cockedMarch in like parade of scars if you been stabbed or shotSon, we smokin' these batons right in front of these copsCallin' out to the kids, all my niggas with bidsWhether suited up or booted up or stuck in the midYou can download it or boot it up, my pupils unlidAll my students of the underground with record store gigsCallin' out to the girls, the inventors of worldsThe intelligence of relevance and elegant pearlsPour like nectar from the lotus big bang opus in swirlsDown the sweaty backs of hairyweave tracks and dried jheri curlsCallin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump with your gimpOn your wrist with just a twist of lime to go with that limpHold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way inLet these niggas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss, yesScared money don't make noneSongtexteScared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneScared money don't make noneIt was all a dream, it was all a dreamI used to fantasize I was Malcolm or Martin in the pulpitThe ballot or the bulletI swear I used to pray to change back the yearWhen niggas spoke of motherships with space helmets for hairWell, now what have we here?Thugs and poets, ah yeahWhat we seem to have in common is we're common as airYes, the lowest rung of anthems sung each day every yearFrom check cashing to latest fashionsWhile they ration out fear but I'm fearlessSometimes I feel alone, homeless, peerlessWhat will it take to shake the land for everyone to hear this?I can't bear this, born of pages torn from ancient prayer listsDescendant of the womb, the lotus blooms when I come near itI declare it time to realign karat to carrotWhat was olden remains golden sceptered tongue I dare to share itAll who hear it know at once, royal highness over bluntsThug of thugs, pimp of pimps, golden tongue and ivory frontsGrind and hustle, niggas know the heart is just a muscleAll payments due, you made some papesI wrote upon I trust you will invest'Cause chances are the game is just a testProfessor of the truth talk real truth emeritusI am the king as I command my son to dance and singWe celebrate our earthly fate, my daughter gives me wingsWe are one descendants of the mothership and tongueSouthern trees have born strange fruit, hail, salute a troop well hungSo come along, everyone's invitedHeroes of distinguished paths, victims and conqueredThose who stand alone and those who stand unfetteredFuck the bullshit whether from the hill or from the pulpitToday, I put my money on the fall of every culpritThe truth prevails when all else failsDrug dealers make the music, then guess who's back?Your souls answer to greenbacks, hoes and crackThe chord that strung from anthemsSung right now to way way backThe legacy of Hennessey distilled to brownish blackRolls off the tongue a pointed gunFake nigga's best stand backThe trumpet calls and yes, yes, y'allThe emperor's changed his hat Aus Songtexte Mania