Scared Money

Callin haves and havenots

Every cell on the block, every NGH with a trigger, empty barreled or cocked

marching like a parade of scars if you been stabbed or shot

Son, we smoking these batons right in front of these cops

Callin out to the kids

All my NGHs with bids, whether suited up or booted up or stuck in the mid

You can download it or boot it up, my pupils unlid

All my students of the underground with record store gigs

Callin out to the girls, the inventors of worlds, the intelligence of relevance and elegant pearls

Pour like nectar from the lotus, Big Bang Opus in swirls down the sweaty back of hairweave tracks and dried jheri curls

Callin out to the pimps,

Hat cocked slump with your gimp

On your wrist

With just a twist of lime to go with that limp

Hold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way in

Let these niggas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss

Yes

Hold your cup up so this ancient rain can find it's way in

Let these NGHs know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss

Yes

Scared money don't make none

It was all a dream

I used to fantasize I was Malcolm

or Martin in the pulpit, the ballot or the bullet

I swear

I used to pray to change back the year when NGHs spoke of MTHRSHPs w/ space helmets for hair

Well, now what have we here?

Thugs and poets

What we seem to have in common is we're common as air

Yes, the lowest rung of anthems sung each day every year

From check cashing to latest fashions while they ration out fear

But I'm fearless

Sometimes I feel alone

Homeless

Peerless

What will it take to shake the land for all the land to hear this?

I can't bear this!

Born of pages torn from ancient prayer lists - descendant of the womb

The lotus blooms when I come near it

I declare it time to re-align karat to carrot

What was olden remains golden

Sceptered tongue

I dare to share it

All who hear it know at once

Royal Highness over blunts

Thug of thugs

Pimp of pimps

Golden tongue

And Ivory Fronts

Grind and hustle

NGHs know the heart is just a muscle

all praises due

You made some papers I wrote upon

I trust you will invest

'Cause chances are the game is just a test

Professor of the truth

Talk real talk

Emeritus

I am the King

As I command my son to dance and sing we celebrate our Earthly fate

My daughter gives me wings

We are One

Descendants of the Mothership and tongue

Southern trees have born strange fruit

Hail! Salute! A troop well hung

So come along

Everyone's invited

Heroes of distinguished paths

Victims and Convicts

Those who dare not stand alone

And those who stand unfettered...

Fuck the bullshit

Whether from the hill or from the pulpit

Today, I put my money on the fail of every culprit

The truth prevails!

When all else fails

Drug dealers make the music...

Then guess who's back?

Your souls answer to greenback, hoes, and crack

The chord that's strung from anthems sung right now to way way back

The legacy of Hennessey

Distilled to brownish black

Rolls off the tongue

A pointed gun

Fake NGHs best stand back

The trumpet calls and yes, yes, y'all the Emperor's changed his hat