Aesop - The Man Who Sold the World (Part 2) lyrics

[Hook] {ALL 2X} (The man who sold the world) On stolen shores, we wrote these poems Can't make it yours, any land on the earth [Verse 1 - PSC] It began with the man and it got complex I guess Pampas promise, No honest-y among theives When the land was free then a few individuals could breed Succeed in division, driven by the vision on that land-ma** Never make the land last longer than the last laugh God show (half-a**) Real estate agents are really fake agents of Satan, quote that Government's warpath, roll back borders Remaining controllers of most of our oceans How do we condone it? Most of our oceans, they never should own it (we own it!) [Verse 2 - Scarub] Yo, Don't stop, get-it get-it Money hungry while I'm in it The world is mine and everything I find all up in it Don't give a f** who I've offended! I'll take your life like I took this land and keep rollin man Like an ice cream truck, I'm so cold wit' it But try to plan it like Community-watch, or like a cop on your block Got my hand in the oldest stocks, so when it snows I stay humble and high All I know is the top Yo, who are you to say what I ain't got? When I cop, all the whips And got all the chicks, stay on my dick to play the skin flute Like a didgeridoo, control the media too Got my eyes on you My bank money? I'll loan you You work for me, sh** I own you! And mother is earth, our palms up her sizzer Find her with her gems and s** the life out the dessert Like a wizard (a wizard!), ??whats the final trick?? Super-rich once I sell this b**h I need a remote control for my remote control So when I leave this b**h I'm STILL in control [Hook 4X] [Verse 3 - Asop] Selling what you never owned; Land, water, sand Put a price upon the beauty of our planet is ridiculous But we on a metronome A story telling fella dropping knowledge on the ego's of a species out of control Cash hungry ba*tards, chopping down trees to produce paper money Fiber from the earth backwards Man's thought process: Anywhere I stand's for sale The European, pale-faced world Native Americans, stripped for the heritage A people who understood the concept of earth The one and only ever-life force can't be bought So they give away, even by the ??? of the world [Verse 4 - Sunspot Jonz] Yea, Is your mind yours? What defines war, then confines doors? It's a sign OR you's a time-who*e! Meaning demons fiending, scheming Propaganda build their own team when Beef's in, and people letting time pa** on by And never last or try, that's why them cats so high And now they're old-a** guys, when the life you live Future's negative Afraid to have some kids, cause every tax you get Bust the guns, the runs, our son's will take to make capitalist cake A bake, you in face Care about the money they make They sold the world for bookdeals, oil kickbacks Steel exports, beef extracts Back scenes lack, the true antidote Boxed like the Pope, fearing light Jail without soap on the rope, live without hope So we live, give out dope to our own people cope The pain to alert, to the fantasy Never sell myself short! [Hook 2X]