SAUL WILLIAMS - Scared Money lyrics

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Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

Callin haves and have-nots

Every cell on the block

Every nigga with a trigger

Empty barreled or cocked

March in like parade of scars

If you been stabbed or shot

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

Callin out to the kids

All my niggas 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 the 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 backs of hairyweave 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

Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

Scared money don't make none

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 niggas spoke of motherships with space helmets for hair

Well, now what have we here?

Thugs and poets, ah yeah

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

Descendent of the womb

The lotus blooms when I come near it

I declare it

Time to realign 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

Niggas know the heart is just a muscle

All payments due

You made some papes

I wrote upon I trust you will invest

'Cause chances are the game is just a test

Professor of the truth talk all 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 conquered

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 fall of every culprit

The Truth prevails

When all else fails drug dealers make the music

Then guess who's back

Your soul's answer to greenbacks, hoes, and crack

The chord that strung

From anthems sung right now to way way back

The legacy of Hennessy distilled to brownish black

Rolls off the tongue a pointed gun

Fake niggas best stand back

The trumpet calls

And yes, yes, y'all

The Emperor's changed his hat