Every shot that thunders Through the nighttime don’t you wonder What potential was extinguished To keep the flames burning under? Through the underworld and over world Principles are so the same Though we pretend they’re not as if they do not control cocaine But you’ll find it’s connected Every kid in the hood that’s living with a death wish Is the same as the King who kills for the bling But he is just much more reckless It’s the King that I’m talking about Though he is born with a silver spoon in his mouth He still gonna clap for the slightest of chat At any world leader that can’t back it If he is sitting on the boxes They are just oil or mineral deposits Food he is moving fucking with our profit So he better stop it They say money makes the world go round, but it don’t That is just not true If you ain’t got guns to protect that money I’lI regret that, Sonny, it is more fool you Only murder further agendas that money couldn’t force Eliminate the foes who propose To suppose a different course, of course A little torture is usually a big supporter Though there’s nothing quite like killing Good riddance to non supporters We demonize the man on the corner Paint him as a thug We worship murder so much It’s just that he ain’t killed enough You wanna commit murder But not end up in cuffs? You gotta make it to the Premier League A thousand murders plus
[Hook] Who said money makes the world go ’round? They just didn’t know Murder runs the globe M-m-murder runs the globe
[Verse 2] Every knife that puncture lungs of sons Don’t make you wonder Mums? If he was born to billionaires backed by a hundred guns Would he be living still, drinking, sleeping, eating meals? Instead of dead where it don’t count We expect you to be killed Because living as a pauper is a fate that is tainted Acquainted with torture We ain’t debating the rape of the daughter If she was raised in particular borders Place that fate made particular slaughters No fate just particular orders It’s the way of the world no accident In fact it’s immaculate You got a big gun start clapping it Cause the language of power devour quick Any silly biddy little pacifist or activist or challenges Brown or black skin savages Who inhabiting land with minerals in it Who think for a minute that the rhetoric we spoke Hope? Was not meant to be a joke Don’t dream compassion will happen it won’t Just go straight for the throat Because any nation or races That prove themselves incapable Of matching modern murder machines Make themselves enslavable It is murder not money we desire insatiable The thrilling of the killing it’s million dollars sensational, YES! What you can’t do with a bribe Can be achieved in a breeze with a gun and a knife Because only murder further agendas that money couldn’t grind Nothing like a couple dead kids to change a parents’ mind
[Hook]
[Verse 3] Let’s get a little clarity You ain’t got the capacity to internationally Have a say in the ways things happening You expect to collect more battering Your arsenal it ain’t got no nukes Armies equipped with too few troops We’re laughing at you when you call truce It’s part of the ritual to shoot-shoot-shoot You got no background in colonization Or public resource privatization You can’t bang with the big boys, face it But you still wanna play like Satan You got no death squads to call your own Or a pilot to fly your drones Much less bulldozers for their homes Talk gangster and you want to name Al Capone? He was an amateur, silly little boys don’t understand Even he went jail for tax evasion For missing a payment in the payment plan To the man, one with invisible hand And a hidden fist to enforce my plan I am just because I can more wicked than the Summer of Sam Kick your shit and I kick mine fam You bust your gun and I bomb your land Only murder further agendas that money can’t control Nothing like a massacred village to get the problem solved!
08 Nov 2016
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