Money Where Yo' Mouth Is

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat] White horses, black devils...Black angels, with a shovel About to Triple H these niggas, bury them with no help bruh Hell son, I melt them with devastating efficiency Silly B, I kill the team, revive their dream, then excel son No skeletons left in this closet, didn't you listen to S4? Yes. Whores wanna fuck me, but past that I've matured And I don't turn up no more, the dial done been broke off You can't get rid of the film that I've put inside the boards Get it? Movie, film, can't wash with dial soap, won't get rid of me If that went over your head, then man? I can only hope That you choke on the ropeless soap, or use the rope to kill yourself Apologies for offense? Naw, I can't bite my tongue kid But they want respect, and of course, I get that But you saying my bad, won't bring my people back Just like your hoodies, and pauses didn't for Trayvon They're the martyrs, but we're the ones that need to press on (so come on!) [Hook: Speed on the Beat] It's time to put your money where your mouth is! Fuck your profiles and Instagram messages It's time to put your money where your mouth is! Will you die for something or fall for anything? It's time to put your money where your mouth is! No more half-assing, I'm asking this question If you're so militant, when it all goes down Will you run or will you stand your ground? (Stand your ground) [Verse Two: Speed on the Beat] Ran into a lot of "revolters," that run all through the net Looking at naked whores, falling for thirst traps But yet they still claim that they're holier than thou Then how come my team passes on every first attempt To try to take us down? Cause we're above that shit Not above tits and ass, but above faking Like we're some gods, cause even Immortals fall off But the difference between us, Immortals don't stay off (ha ha) We don't get lost in the pussy, or drown in swimming pools We don't pop a bunch of pills, wild out end up on the news And we don't need to throw shots, we're above all your feuds So when you bastards elevate, then you can proceed to Attack, but until then? You better fall the fuck back You're not ready, like baby sipping three shots of Jack! You better nut up and end it all, 'fore we do it for you One less fake militant, the world will have to suffer through [Hook] [Verse Three: Speed on the Beat] Told 'em I'd let it breathe, but I'm a masochist Suffocate the beat when I speak and dump on the system grids Hit the kids with simple shit, complex to those who don't understand it Stranded, left the game, I have, abandoned the gimmicks Still the best in the world, don't let ANYONE tell you other lies Lock in vice grips on the skulls of insolent fools watch 'em die To beat us you can try... You thought I'd slow down in my old age? I've been making music since before most of you were born, why? Even the thought of having that thought's retarded I'm not biting my tongue for no one, I'm a futuristic Droid no PC But no Monae, leave 'em bitching and moaning to the fact That I'm a king in this thang, please believe me when I say THAT... And I'm back like cooked crack... Speed on the Beat, Death of the King top that