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Make change, Make money make money make change
fake money fake money make change
fake money fake money fake money right)

Verse 1:
How you gonna claim king when you’re dressed in drag?/
Is that your hair or a hat? Fuck is up with that?/
Yo, that’s far from a rap or a bar in fact/
that didn’t rhyme at all, you just wack talking crap/
So it doesn’t make sense but it makes your racks/
You keep talking that ass ‘cos it pays your tax/
If you only ‘bout that cash you’ll get smoked like hash/
Never mind to pass dude’s will never make the class/
I’m quick to blast though I’m on a positive tip/
I’m trying to spread peace and love but some dudes are shit/
The truth shall set you free grab a seat and sit/
Guys don’t want to get enlightened they just want to get lit/
Well here’s a flame to rearrange your frame you lame/
You just a tool you fool. Mule in the man’s game/
Been worked on your ear but its deaf to your brain/
Blind to the slavery that you’re portraying I’m saying/
But yo…

Hook:
You ‘all act like you never heard me/
your girl pervs over every word this is surgery/
I cut deep, you can feel the heat where your world be/
crumbling. Why you mumbling? You’ve been served see/
Please stop.
You ‘all act like you never heard me/
Claim kind when you a drag queen better swerve G/
While you’re lying to everybody you’re lying to yourself/
Acceptance is the first step to recovery here come the help/

Verse 2:
She took a selfie she’s smitten/
Her boobs cat and kitten/
on the net, getting likes, that’s how we’re living/
leaked pics of her secret gifts should be forbidden/
Got your girl hot and spread like Nando’s chicken/
On my galaxy dog, got it from a blog/
A million views and likes, her boobs might be on a chart/
We’re fascinated with the female form wanting a slut/
not to have or hold but just to bust a nut/
in her but. ‘Cos we don’t want no pregnancy neither/
Don’t want to wife no porn star, just want to fuck and leave her/
And the same thing might happen to you wanna be divas/
You might be fucked and forgotten with a kid with a fever/
But I’m not your teacher I puff too much Chiba Chiba/
I’d probably fuck you too looking the way you do underneath the/
View. Plus I hit it from the back/
‘Cos lessons come from the past, and she likes it like that/
Off track I’ve gone, back to the matter at hand/
dudes wack like a sound clip from a comic strip man/
Flow so awkward, but most heads feel these bars/
the rest look lost, like a corpse staring at the stars/
Mass hypnosis practiced through the media you’ll notice/
Rat race glamourized while the truth looks hopeless/
But looks can be deceiving and words can too/
It’s your actions that make you…compassion dude/
I said Yo…

(Hook)

Verse 3:

Just cos you don’t know me does not mean that I don’t exist/
Real recognises real you’re a stranger in the mist/
Stealth is a weapon of a predator and so is surprise/
I’ll leave you decorated with flies feasting on your insides/
Those are lies, I’m not a killer in the physical form/
But I have murdered beats like they threatened my moms/
with lyrical storms, that rained sense for a change/
but the radio wouldn’t play it ‘cos the truth sounds strange/
There are no chains on these bars I’m independent like mars/
I might look dormant to you, but there’s depth in stars/
You charging charts I’m charging hearts with bars/
that warm the cold parts while they sooth the scars/
Caressing knocks, chiselling the masterpiece/
Then laugh at these sheep with the mark of the beast/
‘cos they weak. And I been ill for a minute/
I’m back up in it. Reborn, know you feel it/

but…

(Hook)

(Make change, Make money make money make change
make money make money make change
fake money fake money fake money right
Make change, Make money make money make change
fake money fake money make change
It’s fake money fake money fake money right)