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Baba Brinkman
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A Buck and Change (feat. Erica Dee)
I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit Feedin' off of weakness like it's nothin' strange Sippin' on a gin and tonic thinking they're invincible And when it bottoms out they're worth a buck and change
I saw a banker groveling like a beggar on TV Offering a sovereign nation his solemn apology For trading on their freedom and treating it irresponsibly And all the people watched him with their wallets on E And with their jobs disappearing like they were lost in a dream And his face was a combination of withdrawal and need And alienation, he got a taste for autonomy And deregulated trading based on foreign policy Just a player in the intoxication economy Speculating away with a cadre of freaks And chasing the promise of personal liberation constantly And following it into a place of bottomless greed And now this banker was on his knees, begging the people watching Not to take away his Audi keys, not to make him pay For administrating his office in a state of unconscious sleep But the people were angry, and they hated hypocrisy And instead of naked honesty, the banker was making Himself out to be a great martyr like St. Augustine And they wondered, how did this monster get off his leash? We should make some changes to this game in which we all compete But some of them were into watching situation comedies Instead of taking politics to the streets, they couldn't see That watchin' the play of shadows on the walls of a cave is obsolete So the changes weren't made and the banker walked free Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit Feedin' off of weakness like it's nothin' strange Sippin' on a gin and tonic thinking they're invincible And when it bottoms out they're worth a buck and change
I've been crackin' jokes and havin' loads of plans but no cash I'm known for passin' notes in class and goin' back to old Cass- Anova tactics holdin' hands and poems and that's my only passion So my rap is hope in action; no relaxin' though, I'm smashin' Holes fast in open caskets, slow dancin' over scattered Broken glass; I'm cold molasses; no fashion moguls have My clothes; I'm happy sowin' patches, I don't have a home; I'd rather Roam the map with no attachments; so I'm a laughin' nomad Though I travel lonely paths and roads that average joes can't I won't collapse and go flaccid; no chance; it won't happen Only after no challenge known to man goes unmastered Only after more than half my bones are fractured; only passive Goats and cattle go to pasture; no one asked for prose; they asked For smokin' raps like solar flashes flowin' past the globe's axis So I task my overactive dome with matchin' no one's standards And only hatchin' poems that have the motions of explosive gasses
I seen a lot of people caught up in a sea of greed and profit Feedin' off of weakness like it's nothin' strange Sippin' on a gin and tonic thinking they're invincible And when it bottoms out they're worth a buck and change
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