half empty,
all in new styles
Always just frame it up from
the get -go
Painted in
New
York, always my patterns echo
This is one of many selections
that I will echo
Bang with the force of a
hammer on cold metal
Straight through, grapefruit,
break through, make moves
Gray suit, space boots, pray to
Jesus
If you were one of the infinite
numbers that are among us here
You probably had some turbulent
times these last years, yeah
We gettin' money over here
Then it all collapses, earth off its axis
Bailouts, taxes, natural disasters
What's up,
J -Frog ain't playin' no blue flames
in a young mind face, stop
New ballgame in the hallway,
see it all day
Trapped in a loop,
trapped you mentally
Wrapped up, living in the frozen
Memory frozen, enemy frozen
Enemy, ignite you
I write to
Ignite you
Invite you
When I'm having me fun
Man, I ain't got nothin'
Nothin' to prove,
nothin' to lose
Nothin' inside my pockets
And my bank account's
on life support
Breathin' through tubes,
I need cold hard cash
The kind where zeroes last
Longer than ours but like a dwarf
But fun for short
I need cold hard cash
Just to feel like a man
There's nothing like the weight of
paper in the palm of your hand
Get on my ground,
I work for change to make change
Gotta do something about it
Can't get paid,
sitting around and complain
All my days of sun will be sorrow
Hide my head out of shame
I need cold hard cash
The kind where zeroes last
Longer than ours, but like a dog,
my funds fall short
I need cold,
hard cash to get rid of these bills
Dining in so much debt,
I think I need to grow gills
When none have been before
Who's that man, daddy?
Why they pointing at him, man?
Cause he fell and then he rose,
ways from nobody knows
He just goes,
elevator up to the top of the spoof
A
G -phone ringing, that man is major
Not cause of paper,
cause he's an innovator
They need him in meetings to get
their products to gleam
And they dreamin' to be
the leaders of tech
The market's crashin' and
splashin'
Them sharks advancin' and thrashin'
If he don't bring up sales,
they comin' for his neck
Secretary on line one, line two
One of the investors wants to find you
Ten million lost for the phone you drew
That's not good, run, don't argue
They will harm you
So he broke like a free throw
Straight down
Madison, flight to
Montego
Eyes wide lookin' like he
just sniffed a kilo
Tucked down low like
Danny
DeVito
In
Jamaica, put the hate to
Wanna put em down, like a anchor
So they follow, with a hollow
Tip bullet, at his shadow
Gettin' sucked off, by a model
P -Y -T, from
San
Paolo
Set em up man, like a novel
While the guns just clap like
Apollo
Yo yo, yo, yo, yo
We'll not have no people