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A quick joint I did over Jay-Z’s “When the Money Goes”….lyrics after the jump…
…straight raw, typos and all lol.
When the money goes, will the honeys stay/
They here now and I don’t have money anyway/
All I need is good music and a sunny day/
To ride aimlessly and let my thoughts run away/
Put a puase on my grind, get lost in my mind/
Turn my phone off and recline/
Gotta get this stress off of my mind/
Cuz it can get depressin, often, I’m tryin/
To see the good in everything, stay positive/
They say you live a bit longer as an optimist/
Life is a hard path mad rocks in it/
But some rocks are diamonds if you look hard at it/
Some rocks are coal, I put em on the grill/
Make em work for me to make a good meal/
Make something outta nothing, make good outta bad/
That’s what life’s about, if you can do that/
Ull go far, just gotta go hard/
More than dropping jewels, these are gold bars/
This is what you need, when the economy dies/
And ur dollars turns to nothing right in front of ur eyes/
On tracks I ask questions and drop facts/
Like on a dollar, why is a pyramid on the back/
And this isn’t egypt, man I see shit/
Deeper, than what colliegent teachers are speaking/
And I aint tryna brag, that aint my kinda swag/
But compared to me, these rappers kinda bad/
Rappers say they changin the game, such an annoyance/
I’m not tryna change the game I’m tryna destroy it/
Cuz I don’t listen to rap, I don’t even enjoy it/
Cuz rappers are the scum of the earth, make me avoid it/
I’m not a rapper, I’m a motion poet/
Musician with compositions with lyrical emotion on it/
Sometimes I do it just to do it/
But usually I do it to influence movements, the gruesome truth is/
I aint tryna preach or nothing/
But it seems like niggas listen to anything as long as the beat is bumpin/
A lotta dudes speaking something but got weak production/
So ima always make sure ur speakers thumping/
If this was 88 I’d have the dealers beepers buzzing/
Cuz this that raw shit the fiends is lovin/
Have em high as hell, leaning, buzzing/
And this aint even a song, just a verse I wrote to leak something/
