Lyrics:
And the wheels of finance won't begin to slow
And it's only us realists who are gonna come through
'Cause there's only one power higher than that of truth
And the wheels of finance won't begin to slow
And it's only us realists who are gonna come through
'Cause there's only one power higher than that of truth
wanna holler
Love is in the house and the house is packed
So much so I left the back door cracked
Mama always said it's a matter of fact
That when
praise corporate Jesus he's the only lord I know
Hail gold bow to globalization
Just ask human resources it's sweeping the nation
Praise finance
actor or a
Corporate lawyer,
If you want to buy a house in California!'
{Refrain}
'Cause it don't snow and it don't rain,
Ever' day looks the same,
you sleep
Don't wanna play house no more
You so dumb to think that you gonna marry me
I got to be out my mind to think I
Need someone to carry me
I've
around
But the people in the big house
Never bothered to find out
No clothes, no bed, no jewelry
Sometimes I had no shoes
A typhoon came, the house
above the garage so
She had me moved into the
Main house into what
Max called "the room of
The husbands" and on
A clear day, the theory was
You could see
In a forest of stone
Underneath the corporate canopy
Where the sun
Rarely
Filters
Down
The ground
Is not so soft
Not so soft
They build
is a fallacy
To a generation who fell in love with thieves
Supported by a corporate media peddling lies
Stumbling through your affluenza
You were
and landlord
Fight your corporate overlords
I walk alone
I walk alone on water to
Try to escape
This house of worship and slaughter
Find the underworld
Learn
playfred
Them a run the place red
Wasted
Politician is corrupt, it's understated
Them a come fi nyaam you food and them no break bread
Forty house burn up
Can they give you what you want?
Can they give you what you need?
Open door into your house
Left forever on your knees
Break the mirror now break
Fisher or Boris Yeltsin's daughter
Or her finance's sixteen year old beer drunk brother
With his braided goatee with his whole like a thunder cloud
No paychecks paid respect
Kleptocracy at best
Shareholder's House of Reps
Corporate America
Corporate America
Where there's freedom if you bought it
I was 18
I was livin' in a mansion doin' big things
FBI raided my house and shit was gettin' dicey
I was doin' stupid shit to get people to like me
watch one soap opera a day. And if he happens to walk in
The house, I'm
Paranoid. I just jump up and turn off the TV. Except he says, "Is that
All
aunt,
Y'all should re-finance,
I let them dance with the devil,
Dig their own grave and I gave them the shovel
Fuck, my daddy built that house
show room floor
That rewards program and state inspection is critical
We the house of finance where longevity is essential
Winchester Mitsubishi
They've got boots on the ground
And they've suits in the house
Patriot, confederate, or corporate; all the same
We will not give you the power to kill in
Thunder sticks, corporate shit
Plastic clappers, corporate shit
Blow up fingers, corporate shit
Stupid pull out signs, corporate shit
We don't want
beat yo' ass if you walk in this house with tears in your eyes
Runnin' from poopoo and 'prentice
Go back outside, I beat yo' ass, lil nigga
That
surprisin' me
Turned out
They happy just to be in the house
So I'm a call emout
I ain't no church mouse
Luvout
I master rap
Write a 16 and half
A corner office was his dream
More like a prison now it seems
Somewhere on the corporate climb
He left his warrior behind
Now he's just a worker
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