[Verse 1]
It ain't about the money mothaf**a it's about the respect
See me coming there through soon to collect every red cent for my lent cash
Even if I'm dead bent off the hash
Believe me son, I'm wicked like three sixes
Turn your house into ash in a flash (yes)
Keb just casually rolls through for the stash and leaves the room in the smash
(wait..umm ishh..Oh!)
Truthfully I used to think usually
If I wasn't deep musically
I'd be going around robbing j**elry
Breaking legs on jubilees
I live gloomily in my cave full of euphonies
Practicing my rap fluency
Thugs give me eulogy for being full of mutiny
I hit stupidly yet brutally
You see I'm known as the pharaoh emcee
You must be full of lunacy to try me
So before I break your knees, I think you would agree
We'd be all safe and sound if you just payed the fees
[Verse 2]
(oouuf)
What a breeze
Since three, I've been putting them at unease
Eating up all the fake ones like a Reese
It don't even matter if you're black or Japanese
Cuz I'll smoke you out nonetheless if you even sneeze
So please don't play with your food or people's currency and take a seat
Check how Keb's lyrics is deep evil and mad lethal
It'd turn you to a weasel, dying outside a cathedral from the wicked h**n needle
This sh** is regal
I think the "W" sequel should be illegal for the safety of these dumb people doing songs that is breaking up the Hip Hop easel
For real tho
Ever since a young age
They held me back in a really weird small cage
I was so enraged it hurt the left part of my rip cage
It felt like the whole thing is carefully staged
Less then the minimum wage
What would happen if I just go on stage, I'm tired of living in this stone age
I wanna recreate
My own Golden age
Otherwise I can just turn the page
It sounds stupid, plus I got the fluid
SO I'll never be muted
Till all is looted (ya heard)
Till all is looted
(One time for your ....)
I want the loot
I wanna go ahead, buy new boots, clothes, all that you know