Intro
Money, money, money...
Money (Bills), (thrills) (kills) (blood)
Verse 1
Lemme tell you something about the dollar bill
It's enstilled and filled with evil
It's the source of why we kill
It's important to us to get a mill
It's the reason why people hold a gun to the head of another to empty a till
Its how we afford a meal
It gives power to the one who deals the pill
It effects how we feel
It drives a man to steal
While the other one waits behind the wheel
It's an expensive thrill
And the ones who have it think they have a skill
But no matter how much you got you ain't shit unless you got a heart and a will
That's where I come in, that's where I play my part
Rebuilding the dollar bill is my art
SPILL THE WEALTH is how I'm I'm gonna start
Those who hold on and won't set themselves apart
I will drag them into the dark
Let's restart, I'm tryna outsmart the concept of currency
It's an attempt to be fair but it's not worthy
In god we trust, united we stand is purjury
It's on the back of the bill most certainly
Yet the ones who need it the most get no mercy
Money the silent killer like mercury
Let's burn the bill and instill purity
This is an emergency we need to act urgently
The concept of money needs surgery
Because internally the convenience of its convenience is murdering
If it didn't exist I might not have gotten jumped
I might not have gotten that black eye
If it didn't exist tommy might still be alive…
Chorus
Money is to shorten
Money is contortion
Money is abortion
Money is a fortune
(I don't aquire this money to better myself
I'm trying to acquire all of it that is dealt
Hold my words against it and watch it melt) (x3)
Melt, melt, melt, melt (Money, Money, Money)
Verse 2
I'm leary of the powderheads
In the shadows yelling “Fuck the feds!”
In my land, peasants can sit on the same bench as any kind of the heaven sent
We're all equal we all reek the same stench
Not impressed but we're all pressed into death
So why not share the loot from the treasure chest?
I don't think it's right to take from me
Then give back to me
The way YOU see fit for me
Then tell me it's a win-win victory
That doesn't seem like liberty
It seems like trickery to the man
And infinite mobility to my dear Uncle S am
Who's only plan has been my life for his infantry
I was forced to sign my life into his war machine industry
The moment I turned 18, no matter my self sufficiency
I got a card that shows I'm a government utility
They could give a fuck about my individuality
To them I'm just a number on their list
Forced by Uncle Sam to give up my life for his
At any moment that he picks
We're getting fucked and the dollar is the rubber
The buffer between what I love and why I suffer
It's where man rules a man
From the start it was damned
I know people in the suburbs and others without supper
Chorus
Money is to shorten
Money is contortion
Money is abortion
Money is a fortune
(I don't aquire this money to better myself
I'm trying to acquire all of it that is dealt
Hold my words against it and watch it melt) (x3)
Melt, melt, melt, melt (Money, Money, Money)
Verse 3
Our father's are the ones who saw the world in different colors
So pardon me when I say “Fuck who tries to govern!”
Different contries, same shit
Another is another
A slave ship with their hand on the rudder
They enslaved the black man for cotton and rubber
Gave us lightning then copped his rubber for cover
Then they took that rubber, rewrapped it and sold it back
What the fuck kind of big brother is that?
They think we Dum-Dum suckers
Light travel faster than sound
Well I'm the thunder
Clap, and I'm coming back
To expose the cracks in their shutters
No lie will be covered
No man will be suffered
I'm a man among the people and Power comes in numbers
I'm building an army and what we can do is a wonder
Yeah they can give you dimes
They can give you control
They can give you time
They can even give you gold
We can free your mind
We can free your soul
We can be the prime
We can achieve your goals
Outro (x4)
We can free your mind
We can free your soul
We can be the prime
We can achieve your goals