Money's Propaganda (feat. Son Ov Sam & Carnage the Executioner)

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Money money, these rappers claim gully gully 
No warring faction they master is buddy buddy 
Now you looking like 69 in the pen 
Cause every time you lose a dollar you end up losing a friend 
Imma bruise and offend all you noobs who attend 
How you sign a 360 you look stupid again 
40 acres and a mule for a Sambo ass nigga 
Uncle Sam looking at you like you Rambo assed nigga 
I want money like Abba with less stamina 
I want money like Pamela less managers 
Now ya wallets like 99 of the problems 
22 was the catch with 90 cent worth of product 
Mo money the mo problems you get 
If you never heard from Big than you'll probably regret 
I don't really understand insurmountable debt 
That powder room shit that got Wesley sniped over it 

They try to make you climb the ladder, try to take ya shine 
Sayin it's a waste of time, but it's all a waste of time 
Whatever it is, kid, reach for the sky, and remember 
Do or do not, there is no try 
They don't respect you 'less you speak that proper grammar 
They be callin it conscious rap, but I like it kinda gangsta 
For what's right you know you gotta get up, stand up 
But money was, is, and always will be propaganda 

I see beyond the tunnel vision of the sleepy, sheepish masses 
I'm reminded your mind's been blinded so rewind and put on the glasses 
Ain't on no gangsta rap shit, but I will say f*ck a snitch 
If you turn ya homie in, that's what makes you an accomplice 
I promise I'd never call the cops for nothin short of rape 
And even then I'd do something myself before they arrive late 
Obey, Consume, and Stay Asleep on every billboard, it's true 
You watch TV so much you can't see it's watching you 
Data-mining everything you hear or touch or see 
Puttin advertising into hidden scenes inside your dreams 
You might believe you be controlling destiny 
But that's a testament, you see, to how well they hide the seams 
Lady Liberty, stupid bitch lied to me 
I oppose this propaganda violently 
Money is your god and it demands a sacrifice 
So you throw away your dreams and punch that clock for half your life 

They try to make you climb the ladder, try to take ya shine 
Sayin it's a waste of time, but it's all a waste of time 
Whatever it is, kid, reach for the sky, and remember 
Do or do not, there is no try 
They don't respect you 'less you speak that proper grammar 
They be callin it conscious rap, but I like it kinda gangsta 
For what's right you know you gotta get up, stand up 
But money was, is, and always will be propaganda 

You tried shaming me 
Because I left my city to bargain with my artist gift 
Now askin' how many attend in markets that I've targeted 
Then I'll become a jerk, when I tell a promoter 
A door-deal for a 10-hour drive isn't gonna work 
Even excelled in how to crush cowards 
As an expert, who studied for ten-thousand-plus hours 
Time is money to come with real life topics 
If you ONLY stream for free it kills my pockets 
Tried to be a home owner couldn't afford the mortgage had to 
Abort it, now, they're inclining my rent 
Gotta be wealthy to eat healthy, want to have a salad 
Mad 'cuz a burger & fry is only ninety-nine cents 
Abide by the law so I don't become a fatality 
At the hand of a cop with a salary paid by my family 
What happens on our soil? Embarrassin' scenes 
American SCHEME? Or American dream 

They try to make you climb the ladder, try to take ya shine 
Sayin it's a waste of time, but it's all a waste of time 
Whatever it is, kid, reach for the sky, and remember 
Do or do not, there is no try 
They don't respect you 'less you speak that proper grammar 
They be callin it conscious rap, but I like it kinda gangsta 
For what's right you know you gotta get up, stand up 
But money was, is, and always will be propaganda

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