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M(666)ney

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N!cky G - Rap

M(666)ney

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December 31, 2015.

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Intro Money, money, money... Money (Bills), (thrills) (kills) (blood) Verse 1 Lemme tell you something about the dollar bill It's enstilled and filled with evil It's the source of why we kill It's important to us to get a mill It's the reason why people hold a gun to the head of another to empty a till Its how we afford a meal It gives power to the one who deals the pill It effects how we feel It drives a man to steal While the other one waits behind the wheel It's an expensive thrill And the ones who have it think they have a skill But no matter how much you got you ain't shit unless you got a heart and a will That's where I come in, that's where I play my part Rebuilding the dollar bill is my art SPILL THE WEALTH is how I'm I'm gonna start Those who hold on and won't set themselves apart I will drag them into the dark Let's restart, I'm tryna outsmart the concept of currency It's an attempt to be fair but it's not worthy In god we trust, united we stand is purjury It's on the back of the bill most certainly Yet the ones who need it the most get no mercy Money the silent killer like mercury Let's burn the bill and instill purity This is an emergency we need to act urgently The concept of money needs surgery Because internally the convenience of its convenience is murdering If it didn't exist I might not have gotten jumped I might not have gotten that black eye If it didn't exist tommy might still be alive… Chorus Money is to shorten Money is contortion Money is abortion Money is a fortune (I don't aquire this money to better myself I'm trying to acquire all of it that is dealt Hold my words against it and watch it melt) (x3) Melt, melt, melt, melt (Money, Money, Money) Verse 2 I'm leary of the powderheads In the shadows yelling "Fuck the feds!" In my land, peasants can sit on the same bench as any kind of the heaven sent We're all equal we all reek the same stench Not impressed but we're all pressed into death So why not share the loot from the treasure chest? I don't think it's right to take from me Then give back to me The way YOU see fit for me Then tell me it's a win-win victory That doesn't seem like liberty It seems like trickery to the man And infinite mobility to my dear Uncle S am Who's only plan has been my life for his infantry I was forced to sign my life into his war machine industry The moment I turned 18, no matter my self sufficiency I got a card that shows I'm a government utility They could give a fuck about my individuality To them I'm just a number on their list Forced by Uncle Sam to give up my life for his At any moment that he picks We're getting fucked and the dollar is the rubber The buffer between what I love and why I suffer It's where man rules a man From the start it was damned I know people in the suburbs and others without supper Chorus Money is to shorten Money is contortion Money is abortion Money is a fortune (I don't aquire this money to better myself I'm trying to acquire all of it that is dealt Hold my words against it and watch it melt) (x3) Melt, melt, melt, melt (Money, Money, Money) Verse 3 Our father's are the ones who saw the world in different colors So pardon me when I say "Fuck who tries to govern!" Different contries, same shit Another is another A slave ship with their hand on the rudder They enslaved the black man for cotton and rubber Gave us lightning then copped his rubber for cover Then they took that rubber, rewrapped it and sold it back What the fuck kind of big brother is that? They think we Dum-Dum suckers Light travel faster than sound Well I'm the thunder Clap, and I'm coming back To expose the cracks in their shutters No lie will be covered No man will be suffered I'm a man among the people and Power comes in numbers I'm building an army and what we can do is a wonder Yeah they can give you dimes They can give you control They can give you time They can even give you gold We can free your mind We can free your soul We can be the prime We can achieve your goals Outro (x4) We can free your mind We can free your soul We can be the prime We can achieve your goals

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