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letra de money of fear (money i$ king) - lewka peel

yo…the funniest thing is that money is king, always based on faith it was gonna be big, pulled a fast one, got cities built around it, yester-money, and got pretty well rounded. pay the tax, tax his labor, whoop that ass to the mat, so it paid him later, do you a favor, collect your check…hand it back, less than 50%. it’s cheaper than a prison cell, when you ain’t livin’ well, get a house & a car, now you tinkerbell. above the workers heads, we have the drones, and it’s been that way, before the vatican throne etchеd in stone, depression zonе, you could read it, it’s just the text is old. it’s a shame you always fall for the small scam, blinded by the height of the so-called tallest man, it’s a get rich quick scheme, here in a sick dream, the pyramid power charge is a fixed thing. made into the image of a con-man, treaty ’cause religion plays a bomb hand. it’s not i v l-st, ’cause in god we trust, it’s written on the all mighty job we done. too far, too gone, i don’t really know, worker, fubar coupons make you go berserker…

it’s a wonderful thing, but it could suddenly swing…(money)
money is king…
it’s honey, but like the bee, we could study it’s sting…
(money)
money is king…
’cause it’s none other thing, to see it comes with a string…
(money)
because money is king…
’cause it was something to cling to, when there’s money to clink…
oh, oh, oh, oh it’s money, money so…
money, money, cool…

my n-gga luca always give me somethin’ new with a smile, i never knew you could put a dollar sign ($) in a file. i haven’t used a pen to write a rhyme in a while, signed my name on the check, commit a crime with a smile. i guess it just goes to show, white-collar criminals close the door, and do sh-t you not supposed to know. add a 7, and erase the 1, i could steal much more with a briefcase, than gun. night that passed, a young cop fly by, chasing criminals, i sit ’til my cheese steak is done. say h-llo to guido, in the el camino, dominos for pat, bocce b-lls for geno. i command an army that makes a city scary, while i’m picking out rubies with olivieri. and, i hold gold, it’d give the mayor vapors, what you call money, i call toilet papers. the pigs don’t make a sound, ’cause my reach is profound, i could grip up under the gown, ben franklin wears a crown in my town, 8,500 a pound…

- lewka peel

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