Lyrics:
el poder de molts.
Si no vols ser un número més
una nosa més
fes-te abans esclau
de les teves mans
i del teu cervell,
a profit de tu,
a profit dels
I feel exhausted, I feel exhausted
I was in the process of solving problems. I paused it
Just to make a profit
I made a profit
Lost it
Empty pockets
The corporation must keep growing, profits never slowing
All the while knowing, there's no end
To wealth thinking, its carcinogenic
Beyond polemic,
started uh uh uh uh
Get started
One up all yall niggas
Yeah yall lame while I make profit
Money
Profit (I get the profit I make)
Profit (I get
in his head that an IQ is all you need
He went his way; I couldn't discover mine
I didn't worry if I ever saw him again
He's made a profit while I
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
Weightless words smiling faces weightless words
Must eraste them profit driven depravation
Piles of pigs they hide behind they will succeed
Ashes
duck profits for fun
Quick trick plans, take the money and run
We need long term, slow burn, getting it done
And some straight talking, hard working
to survive
Disastrous consequences
More money, raised profits
Shares rising. Look what they've done
Resistant parasites
Infecting to survive
her fuckin' head,
Sprayed against the windshield, profit or pleasure I swear I swear.
Blasting away a bitch in the back 18 yea 14 child bride
Men I hustle for my profit
Men I do shit for my profit
Men I smoke weed for my profit
And if I tell u story in no go complete x2
Cause if I tell
Think you are to take my scars
And profit from it
I said, who do you
Think you are to take my scars
And profit from it
I said, who do you
Think you are
They call me a Prophet
Count up my profit$
Hunnid round rippin thru em' like rockets
I got ya plug in my pocket aye
Why don't you call me the socket
market crash, financial collapse
too few buyers, too many products
one by one, they all fall down
into another, corporation
slaves to profits
slacker
Don't we deserve it
All our hard work
Shapes idealists
Blinds the rest
The pursuit of value
Profit in its wake
Shapes idealists
Blinds the rest
we need work - so fuck you all
working class - I explore you all
save the forest - I burn it all
empathy - I curse you all
I profit all
you lose it
of love became the greed of our time
But now I'm living on the profit's of pride
Billions in profit (with) no positive impact on society
The homeless go unnoticed while your wallet is bloated
Give yourself a raise while commanding
Burn an effigy to the profits
Make the forest move
Penance must be paid from the flesh
To the Harvest moon
Missiles fly
The specter of commerce
independent gent
Stetson Kennedy
Writing his name in
I cain't win out to save my soul
Long as smathers-dupont's got me in the hole
Them war profit boys are
Im staying exotic
I had to roll around just to get up on the profit,
I was broke hungry and I was living in the Projects
Ain't had no mom because
Will never take it
Oh-oh-oh
They profit from a great divide
You and I
Will never take it
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh,
course
Yeah, is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale between
Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be, but...
I don't wanna be in
The word of the profits centuries old
The birth of Messiah has been long foretold
Now unto you
Now unto you
Christ is come!
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