Lyrics:
The same cat that battled them fools for lunch tickets
Everyday the rates change and currency's strange
???, international money exchange
(Chorus) 4x
Trade
Temple Of Hip Hop, ribbons
International, UNESCO and also by
300 Hip-Hop activists
Pioneers and UN delegates
In the first place this document recognises
Organization for Migration
But others have been caught by the Libyan forces
And now await deportation
In detention centers like this one
I am thanking my God oh
international universities
And interviews with professors and students
When David Yermack
The finance department chair at
New York University Stern School
that. My father kept the radio on Christmas music all season long, and we would trade the eighties, pop hits for the Carpenters, Nat King Cole and Bing
The only thing I'm seeing I'd like to put an amend on,
Perhaps a little more room here for the fixins.
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
Ooh, we
that I'm famous
Imma just hand her a business card and say "Nigga we made it!"
And she gotta come to the hotel and pop it off for me
Then she gon' text
the flames
Yeah you act like some Adderall
It reminds me to use
These drugs less aggressive
I'm not even scared to abuse
We trade like a business
You offered
brain focused on my company I mind my business
I'm tryn' hold it all together like a paper clip
I thank the spirit for letting me experience painlessness
Terrorists attack the Pentagon and the World Trade Center
Kills thousand and permanently scars America's false sense of security
We see the best examples
at Ruth Chris
Trade to trade the Stang for some new shit
Had ya thang came by for some new dick
And, I don’t really like to put it in my music
But, I swear
just want all your loyalty
Bustin' checks, we do forgery
Handle business accordingly
Tat' my whole body like MS
You know I get down and dirty for
Government differentiate morally
When looking for business partners
It has never been about
Creating moral governments
It has been about creating
Governments
say we’re always high
Can’t confirm for deny
30,000 feet up, we get high
International, j-j-jones
From every paragraph, i teleport
I been a sport
Hit
Beer 2 AM, 806
Finna run this hoe for y'all niggas
First take
Ay, ay, look, ay
Fuck all that talkin' I'm tryna get you in the band with the gang
good not to go
over again, going round the way they go around
too tight in the ass for florida's general chicago,
sensing the general strike in maud
take you where them niggas get bodied
But that ain't nobody business, so what the fuck is you asking for?
Look, I'm just try'na blow good dope
And put my
(Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do
the type of shit they would trade you for
But it's part of it and I can't leave with who I started with
My loyalty I gave you all of it and you changed
take you where them niggas get bodied
But that ain't nobody business, so what the fuck is you asking for?
Look, I'm just try'na blow good dope
And put my
Funky beats and my dope beat rhymin make it so simple
We are the representation of 'Warriorz' monumental
Handle your business, deal with your issues,
having a baby ughh
Ironic my exes they crave me, but going back to them nigga you crazy
I'm moving forward I'm watching me pay me
I wouldn't trade me for
People, listen, for whom the war
Beautiful, international brawl
I'm in no mood to bargain
Make me know the name of land
There's no day without war
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