Moneylenders

Lyrics

[Verse 1: billy woods] I tried being the RZA, I tried to help Now it's more like Fidel, I need the island to myself It's a ill wind but it's all in my sails, at first, freedmen let the cane rot in the fields Jean-Jacques Dessalines chained 'em back to the wheel It's really not about how you feel (No) It's points on the package, vigorish on the action Millions and millions and fractions, fractured, Black bodies boiled into molasses You could sell me as a slave, I'll still be ya master That's centrifugal force, I'm a cynical bastard Lookin' for honest man, handgun in hand Talk about justice, but when it's just us, they do the Running Man Small axe chop ya money tree Deface the currency Currently, you standin' in my sun, my run-on sentences run concurrently Never had it like that, so it don't worry me Dem No Worry We Super Cat front Super Power Records, that's how you curry beef [Chorus: billy woods] Both feet on the ground, but it's money in 'e sky It's no money down, but that interest is high Revolutionary rhetoric, but you sellin' a lie The music got hidden messages like traps in the rye [Verse 2: E L U C I D] (I, too, am) (Niggas, ay) E'ry mask is not to hide the face Every lash cannot bleed out of faith If not for love, why? I never imagined God could find the skies Earth to taste Dominion wasted Cold water Great awakenin' Stop making sense Seen just beyond How else to carry on? I can just die here I can just die here Close the book (Close the book) Soft dirt (Soft dirt) Earth first (Earth first) Home turf on my fourth birth (My fourth birth) Darker than blue, marked Set apart Suffer not the fool, finish 'fore you start Timid till he peep the scar Bloodthirst, parched Hatchet a dream book Start chartin' charms Believe it, please Infinite ways to be you, still chop at the knees None spared Terror, mad vision schemes In the thick of things Sweltering heat Stiff southern freeze Taking all I need Tell my horse (Tell my hor') No rain necessary The body hit the floor In the name of the most mercy Grace ran out [Chorus: billy woods] Both feet on the ground, but it's money in 'e sky It's no money down, but that interest is high Revolutionary rhetoric, but you sellin' a lie The music got hidden messages like traps in the rye