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armand hammer & the alchemist - moneylenders lyrics

[verse 1: billy woods]
i tried being the rza, i tried to help
now it’s more like fidel, i need a island to myself
it’s a ill wind but it’s all in my sails
the first freedmen let the cane rot in the fields
jean jacques desaillenes chained em back to the wheel
it’s really not about how you feel
it’s points on the package, vigorish on the action
millions and millions of fractions, fractured
black bodies boiled into molasses
you could sell me as a slave, i’ll still be ya master
that’s centrifugal force, i’m a cyclical b+st+rd
lookin for an honest man, handgun in hand
talk about justice, but when it’s just us they do the running man
small axe chop ya money tree
deface the currency, currently
you standin in my sum, my run+on sentences run concurrently
never had it like that so it don’t worry me
dem no worry we
super cat in front super power records, that’s how you curry beef

[chorus: billy woods]
both feet on the ground, but it’s money in the sky
it’s no money down, but that interest is high
revolutionary rhetoric, but you sellin’ a lie
the music got hidden messages like traps in the rye
[verse 2: elucid]
every mask is not to hide the face
every lash cannot bleed out of faith
if not for love, why?
i never imagined god could find the skies
earthly taste, dominion wasted
cold water, great awakening
stop making sense, seen just beyond
how else to carry on?
i could just die here, i could just die here
close the book, soft dirt
earth first, home turf
on my fourth birth, darker than blue
marked, set apart
suffer not the fool who finished fore you start
timid till he peeped the scar
bloodthirst, parched
hatch in a dream book, start charting charms
believe it please, infinite ways to be you
still chop at the knees
none spared, terror mad vision schemes
in the thick of things
sweltering heat, stiff southern freeze
taking all i need
tell my horse, no rain necessary
let the body hit the floor
in the name of the most mercy
grace ran out
[chorus: billy woods]
both feet on the ground, but it’s money in the sky
it’s no money down, but that interest is high
revolutionary rhetoric, but you sellin’ a lie
the music got hidden messages like traps in the rye

- armand hammer the alchemist lyrics

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