Scared Money

Scared money don't make none (x4) Callin' haves and have nots Every cell on the block Every nigga with a trigger, empty barreled or cocked March in like parade of scars if you been stabbed or shot Son, we smokin' these batons right in front of these cops Callin' out to the kids, all my niggas with bids Whether suited up or booted up or stuck in the mid You can download it or boot it up, my pupils unlid All my students of the underground with record store gigs Callin' out to the girls, the inventors of worlds The intelligence of relevance and elegant pearls Pour like nectar from the lotus big bang opus in swirls Down the sweaty backs of hairyweave tracks and dried jheri curls Callin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump with your gimp On your wrist with just a twist of lime to go with that limp Hold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way in Let these niggas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss, yes Scared money don't make none (x4) Scared money don't make none (x4) It was all a dream, I used to fantasize I was Malcolm Or Martin in the pulpit, the ballot or the bullet I swear I used to pray to change back the year When niggas spoke of motherships with space helmets for hair Well, now what have we here? Thugs and poets, ah yeah What we seem to have in common is we're common as air Yes, the lowest rung of anthems sung each day every year From cheque cashing to latest fashions, while they ration out fear But I'm fearless, sometimes I feel alone, homeless, peerless What will it take to shake the land for everyone to hear this? I can't bear this, born of pages torn from ancient prayer lists Descendant of the womb, the lotus blooms when I come near it I declare it, time to realign karat to carrot What was olden remains golden sceptered tongue I dare to share it All who hear it know at once, royal highness over blunts Thug of thugs, pimp of pimps, golden tongue and ivory fronts Grind and hustle, niggas know the heart is just a muscle All payments due, you made some papes I wrote upon I trust you will invest Cause chances are the game is just a test Professor of the truth talk real truth emeritus I am the king, as I command my son to dance and sing We celebrate our earthly fate, my daughter gives me wings We are one, descendants of the mothership and tongue Southern trees have born strange fruit, hail, salute a troop well hung So come along, everyone's invited Heroes of distinguished paths, victims and conquered Those who stand alone and those who stand unfettered Fuck the bullshit whether from the hill or from the pulpit Today, I put my money on the fall of every culprit Truth prevails, when all else fails drug dealers make the music Then guess who's back? Your souls answer to greenbacks, hoes and crack The chord that strung from anthems sung right now to way way back The legacy of Hennessey distilled to brownish black Rolls off the tongue a pointed gun, fake nigga's best stand back The trumpet calls and yes, yes, y'all, the emperor's changed his hat