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(Crocker Verse)
/Exploit trust to gain/ Give out lust for fame/ Tout love the same 'til your mouth touch the flame/ Feel that numb in your brain from the rush of the 'caine/ Can you come down?/ Or is a star too far gone?/ Broke callin' rides from the end of a bar phone/ Fame worth your dignity, wealth worth divinity/ That high worth your mother's face soaking and trembling/ What's your sanity worth? Is it vanity's purse?/ Tasted of the fruit, now you're sampling dirt/ Facade fortified, feel (that) you can't fall down/ Fortuitous but fragile, you're but two shots down/ Tale as old as time, dark comes to the light/ Your view is too skewed, hence, the scar in your sight/ When calling us collect, hope your margining's tight/ Short cut could turn a trail into a horror of life/
(Hook)
/Would you turn on your people? Giving in to the evils/ Just to be on television poppin' collars/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
/Would you let a man die and refuse to ask why? Go and cop a fatter chain, you rottweilers/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
(Genius Verse)
/For the love of the money, cousin got a dozen honeys/ Went from bein' broke & bummy to cleaner than the Easter Bunny/ It's funny/ How quick your status change/ And flip the situation like the Batarang/ He tried to be classy, would chop with some baggies/ His wife said "Sadly, these kids need their daddy"/ It was just like Saturday, we were burning like calories, discussing how we'd rather be/ Paid bigger salaries/ Fresh like celery or big name celebrities/ Now he's in the cell, being held for conspiracy/ Over dollars that he didn't have apparently/ When he's locked away, no hand in the parenting/ All from a paper chase, heavy like paper weights/ In court "Vs. The State," they play him like Crazy Eights/ That just goes to demonstrate/ They're taking off our dinner plate/ More than a piece of steak/ And we let em' eat a piece of cake/ We let it be a piece of cake/
(Hook)
/Would you turn on your people? Giving in to the evils/ Just to be on television poppin' collars/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
/Would you let a man die and refuse to ask why? Go and cop a fatter chain, you rottweilers/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
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(Crocker Verse)
/ Kid said foreign countries don't fear us enough/ I shook my head like "is that really what's up?"/ Do you know our history, what we've done from the jump?/ Example slave trade or giving natives the gun/ Along with blankets fulla small pox, whiskey, & rum/ In exchange for their trust, just to pump bullets in them/ Go to any reservation that's left in the country/ And ask if they fear what we'll do for some money?/ Dig Jesus up and ask if Romans rattled his people/ If they were treated like cattle, marked, belittled, and beaten/ How the Goy's did his brother when he spouted his teachings/ Took a rock to his skull and then relentlessly beat it/ Find footage of Saddam when he was facing the noose/But a shell of what he was, like a manic recluse/ Peep Gandhi facing Britain and the courage displayed/ While most would've cowered, he put his chips on his faith/ A preacher named Brown, Harper Ferry's VA/ With his sons & freed slaves, he rang a shot in their face/ They killed his kids, and for his sins, the gallows await/ He said we're all God's children, neck snapped in the wake/ Modern day, Iraq, 2 million and counting/ No weapons founded, just contracts and accounting/ We're the children of the Greeks, the Romans, & Britain/ So say again, how foreign countries think that we're slipping?/ Foreign or domestic, there's been palpable tension/ Said foreign or domestic, been palpable tension/
(Krosswordze Verse)
/The land of the fee, the home of the slave/ Indentured servitude, no gratitude, hence the attitude that they hate/ "Who are they?"/ The Mitt Romney's and the 53 percent/ Who openly admit they want to keep it this way/ And can't relate to n****r's, s**c's, and gay's, but will debate for a way/ To put more of these n*****s away/ The amber waves of grain stock piled/ But families can't put food on their plates/So what part of this America's so great?/ That you have to lift your face pledge allegiance to a place/ In which you have no stake, and they really don't want you to stay/ "It's not that way" Then ask the native tribes who've barely even survived/ Since the Europeans arrived and the land swiped from their eyes/ Millions have died, all because of lies/ From 1830 to 1838, they forced every native and some Africans out of the eastern states/ "but Ole Hickory's so great.." at least that's what history say/ Then again, I guess that's why his face is on currency plates/
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