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Why don't you sell your joy and health
In trade for profit's false
Promise of wealth
Prophet doesn't see my future
Prophet speaks

Grow some big crops from the Nile's silt
Get specialized jobs, trade for profit
Build technology, learn geometry
And try surgery
Oh, make a calendar, get

cotton
Sewn on back of the slave trade
For profit prisons
Provide really the same thing
A million men 
Marched the streets of DC
After fathers
Stood for

sipping Bud, you ain't noticed?
I'm in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby
Where they offering trade for that profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I'm all

Seven dollars in my pocket
Feel free to make a deposit
I'll never ask ya
Can't trade my pride for a profit
Make the money, spend the money
That's

Profit

Yelawolf

Next to Nothing

2014

it
I been sipping Bud, you ain't noticed?
I'm in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby
Where they offering trade for that profit

Yep, yep, yep,

survive
Without them we are free
I've been a master and yet a slave
Through conscious effort
No longer in your trade
For every profit
For all misdeeds
For

putting on the new drip walking on the old street


bitches getting numb ，my biggie canmake the hole bleed.


“never trade your soul for profit

comprised ourselves
In sickness and in health
Parasites roam at the core
We live in the dark
Seed of corruption
Planted for profit
We trade life for fucking

a great price

They would trade her for short term profit
Undignified sacrifice, is it really worth it

Let her take back what belongs to her
Reclaim our

profits
Contemplating dropping outta college
I been steady waiting for pardon
The government already draining my pockets
I know some niggas who trade they

choking but no vomit
While I check my trades for some profit
I'm In my bag, these niggas outta pocket
Cause I'm on they neck like a locket
Pull up on these

I'm running in circles now
My sanity is at stake
You trade people for profits
A risk that you're willing to take

Look out below
There's something

Respiration

Common

Black Star

1998

York the narcotic
Draped in metal and fiber optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard

what I know
Then you know how I feel
Paranoia sings, Like a bird with broken wings
Someday we fly away
But for now we trade the swings

Profit for

And trade it all for profit to keep this bullshit cycle spinning 'round
I can hear the screams
I can feel the pain
They know that life will never be the same

Respiration

Common

Time Travelin'

2008

optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class

a silent agony
A rat race you sprint just to
Trade your life for profit
Will you be extinct before you've lived
Long ago I was sublime
Now I'm fading away
I

That life is a puzzle and I can not fit
Never trade your prophecy for profit
Never waiver, never thank a cop for being honest
I never pay and never play

n***** often
Ballin' like a rookie out of Boston 
Take a loss and trade it for some profit 
Take a flick we here now for the longest
I've been on and no

Respiration

Mos Def

Audio 3

2008

optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class

the water
I'm trying to get in da trade
Making a bargain that for da profit
Yeah I'm Marvin Martian
And I just pop me a alien
They say Remon got that ray gun

I'm doing my shit now bitch move
Let me just blaze let me just sit back relax and get paid let me just trade powder for power and profit i made what

Friends of the Fancy, nose to the trough
Trade their vast profits for pain
I can buy with sweet notes my way onto the lifeboat
If I comfort these grandsons