Blood Money

Blood money
old devils
New problems
Cold winters
No dollars
Hot blooded
Nude models
Do a sad dance for the bourgeoisie
Spinnin round and round to the envy green

Dead brother
Cryin mama
Send the boys to get to maintainin
I been sittin here left and right brainin
And I've come to conclude they hate the sight
And plight the like just like us
Fight the power that be
Cause tonight's the night
And i dont wanna hear it
This a serious moment
Put a shell to his ear now he hearin the ocean
And by that i mean thats for black pressure
That leads to black rage
That comes from way back
And its goin through all of my n***a's
And i can feel it comin and its bout to be somethin
And if only i had a second to tell you what its like to be a n***a
Boy i tell ya I'd love it
To feel the blood od a son of a slave
Once low will be high
and feel the fire
As it bangs to the rum tum

Blood money
old devils
New problems
Cold winters
No dollars
Hot blooded
Nude models
Do a sad dance for the bourgeoisie
Spinnin round and round to the envy green

And everybody wanna be a n***a
But nobody wanna be a n***a
But were the ones who built the world and they tall about you in the scriptures
But yall wanna be ignorant
Just so you can drown in those b****es
With they a** in the shallow and them deep intention
And them weak extension
Get the fuss out of my face let me light this sentence
Im played out?
Wigga die slow im in my zone when the lights go out
And yall k.o if i say so
Im plague mode
Grace throw me a rock ill go ape shit Jose Canseco
One for the church and one for the state
One for the man and one for the bank

Blood money
old devils
New problems
Cold winters
No dollars
Hot blooded
Nude models
Do a sad dance for the bourgeoisie
Spinnin round and round to the envy green