Scared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonennCallin' haves and have nots, every cell on the blocknEvery nigga with a trigger, empty barreled or cockednMarch in like parade of scars if you been stabbed or shotnSon, we smokin' these batons right in front of these copsnnCallin' out to the kids, all my niggas with bidsnWhether suited up or booted up or stuck in the midnYou can download it or boot it up, my pupils unlidnAll my students of the underground with record store gigsnnCallin' out to the girls, the inventors of worldsnThe intelligence of relevance and elegant pearlsnPour like nectar from the lotus big bang opus in swirlsnDown the sweaty backs of hairyweave tracks and dried jheri curlsnnCallin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump with your gimpnOn your wrist with just a twist of lime to go with that limpnHold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way innLet these niggas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss, yesnnScared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonennScared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonenScared money don't make nonennIt was all a dream, it was all a dreamnI used to fantasize I was Malcolm or Martin in the pulpitnThe ballot or the bulletnnI swear I used to pray to change back the yearnWhen niggas spoke of motherships with space helmets for hairnWell, now what have we here?nThugs and poets, ah yeahnnWhat we seem to have in common is we're common as airnYes, the lowest rung of anthems sung each day every yearnFrom check cashing to latest fashionsnnWhile they ration out fear but I'm fearlessnSometimes I feel alone, homeless, peerlessnWhat will it take to shake the land for everyone to hear this?nnI can't bear this, born of pages torn from ancient prayer listsnDescendant of the womb, the lotus blooms when I come near itnI declare it time to realign karat to carrotnWhat was olden remains golden sceptered tongue I dare to share itnnAll who hear it know at once, royal highness over bluntsnThug of thugs, pimp of pimps, golden tongue and ivory frontsnGrind and hustle, niggas know the heart is just a musclennAll payments due, you made some papesnI wrote upon I trust you will investn'Cause chances are the game is just a testnProfessor of the truth talk real truth emeritusnnI am the king as I command my son to dance and singnWe celebrate our earthly fate, my daughter gives me wingsnWe are one descendants of the mothership and tonguenSouthern trees have born strange fruit, hail, salute a troop well hungnnSo come along, everyone's invitednHeroes of distinguished paths, victims and conquerednThose who stand alone and those who stand unfetterednnFuck the bullshit whether from the hill or from the pulpitnToday, I put my money on the fall of every culpritnnThe truth prevails when all else failsnDrug dealers make the music, then guess who's back?nYour souls answer to greenbacks, hoes and cracknnThe chord that strung from anthemsnSung right now to way way backnThe legacy of Hennessey distilled to brownish blacknnRolls off the tongue a pointed gunnFake nigga's best stand backnThe trumpet calls and yes, yes, y'allnThe emperor's changed his hat