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Текст песни "Millionaires" |
 [Rubix]
Everyone is claiming riches
The finest bitches
Lexus' and Land's driving 'round
without a plan
Everyone wants to go buck
But can you plant some food for
yourself
When the land is looking rough?
This is the life
Equivanlent of the real
Don't live beyond your means
In this harsh-ass dream
Cause who will be 'round
When your life is looking down?
Be true to yourself
Plants your roots in the ground
[Talib Kweli]
The ghetto is desolate
But don't be forgettin'
Money exchanges hands like Off
Track Bettin'
Project heat will keep ya sweatin'
Release energy through pores
Battles for thesis that held the project
wars
Bullets never pour
Snatch your life from menacin crack-
whores
By standing just outside of the limits of
the law
On the face of human waste
Standin' out like cold sores
It's what Black kids embrace
So fuck a Cold War
If the Berlin Wall falls
What you be fightin' for?
Cause devils come together to
oppress me some more
It's clear fuck a tactic that's old like
menopause
Yo i get down for mines
Stay out my way gettin' yours
MC's who was just fakin'
You should stop now because
Real guns in your mouth
Cause shit in your drawers
And besides, you got much more to
live for
Is hip-hop worth dying for?
Are you sure?
Whenever I arrive
Niggaz know my steez
Au-revoir MC's
Hit the floor and freeze
All my sons waving guns in barbaric
fashion
Yo they children don't listen
They just imitate they actions
Chorus (Talib Kweli)
There's mad millionaires in the ghetto
All material things lose their value in
time
That's why you'll find I'm a millionaire
of the mind
I pack a million thoughts in every
rhyme
Another millionaire dies every day (x4)
[Rubix]
Effeminate character MC
Miscommunicate, oppress us, distress
us
Relay the data like a messenger from
Mecca
How many men can testify to they
treasure?
Is this the neverland, the promised
land?
Sheep for slaughter
Frontin' sons but ya can't feed your
daughters
What's your livin?
Playin' to push a man for ¿Sam?
Gettin' wired
And these are the days, the last
plague
Watch the fire
Sensation relation the physical
manifestation
Man's elation -- material
accomadation
Facin this world
Conglomeratin' corporations
Deeper than the thesis
Observation of creation
Money makes a man rule a nation
After greed is lust
And soon to follow is distrust
This ghetto paranoia is the reason
that you bust
Caught up in the cipher
Having negative thoughts
There's one less millionaire every
single day
And you could be the next
This life is rougher than the sex
Sex, sex
Chorus
[Talib Kweli]
Yo I wonder when I get the land
cruiser and the lex
(No sweats)
Dodgin' users from the other sex
I wonder if my own people will be next
I need respect that don't come with
no weekly check
I know ghetto millionaires
They got cold chillin stares
And drug-dealin airs
They make hairs stand up on the
backs of necks of ¿mayors?
Who blow up fish markets and got
various targets
They sweepin' shit under carpets
I move stealth through the chicken-
heads
With talcum on they chests
Yo Malcom's gone
And the elders ain't impressed with my
struggle
I try to make a profit and I'll flip it so it
double
Being poor just ain't worth the trouble
Extension of my mansion
Where I keep my stacks
Deep in the study where my nerve
endings react
There ain't no stoppin me
My feelings and thoughts I have
monopolies
Magnetic fields and fields of dreams is
my property
Poor people who are stupid die
quickly
I'm a millionaire that's carrying all my
assets with me
I go past the physical world like Sufis
My people's was sold one-by-one like
Lucy's
These niggaz got grams but no lands
yo you losin me
Watch that first step, its a doozie
Chorus
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