Money's Propaganda

Money money, these rappers claim gully gully

No warring faction they master is buddy buddy

Now you looking like 69 in the pen

Cause every time you lose a dollar you end up losing a friend

Imma bruise and offend all you noobs who attend

How you sign a 360 you look stupid again

40 acres and a mule for a Sambo ass nigga

Uncle Sam looking at you like you Rambo assed nigga

I want money like Abba with less stamina

I want money like Pamela less managers

Now ya wallets like 99 of the problems

22 was the catch with 90 cent worth of product

Mo money the mo problems you get

If you never heard from Big than you'll probably regret

I don't really understand insurmountable debt

That powder room shit that got Wesley sniped over it

They try to make you climb the ladder, try to take ya shine

Sayin it's a waste of time, but it's all a waste of time

Whatever it is, kid, reach for the sky, and remember

Do or do not, there is no try

They don't respect you 'less you speak that proper grammar

They be callin it conscious rap, but I like it kinda gangsta

For what's right you know you gotta get up, stand up

But money was, is, and always will be propaganda

I see beyond the tunnel vision of the sleepy, sheepish masses

I'm reminded your mind's been blinded so rewind and put on the glasses

Ain't on no gangsta rap shit, but I will say fuck a snitch

If you turn ya homie in, that's what makes you an accomplice

I promise I'd never call the cops for nothin short of rape

And even then I'd do something myself before they arrive late

Obey, Consume, and Stay Asleep on every billboard, it's true

You watch TV so much you can't see it's watching you

Data-mining everything you hear or touch or see

Puttin advertising into hidden scenes inside your dreams

You might believe you be controlling destiny

But that's a testament, you see, to how well they hide the seams

Lady Liberty, stupid bitch lied to me

I oppose this propaganda violently