Millionaires — текст песни (Talib Kweli f Rubix)

[Rubix]
Everyone is claiming riches
The finest bitches
Lexus` and Land`s driving `round without a plan
Everyone wants to go buck
But can you plant some food for yourself
When the land is looking rough?
This is the life
Equivanlent of the real
Don`t live beyond your means
In this harsh-ass dream
Cause who will be `round
When your life is looking down?
Be true to yourself
Plants your roots in the ground

[Kweli]
The ghetto is desolate
But don`t be forgettin`
Money exchanges hands like Off Track Bettin`
Project heat will keep ya sweatin`
Release energy through pores
Battles for thesis that held the project wars
Bullets never pour
Snatch your life from menacin crack-whores
By standing just outside of the limits of the law
On the face of human waste
Standin` out like cold sores
It`s what Black kids embrace
So fuck a Cold War
If the Berlin Wall falls
What you be fightin` for?
Cause devils come together to oppress me some more
It`s clear fuck a tactic that`s old like menopause
Yo i get down for mines
Stay out my way gettin` yours
MC`s who was just fakin`
You should stop now because
Real guns in your mouth
Cause shit in your drawers
And besides, you got much more to live for
Is hip-hop worth dying for?
Are you sure?
Whenever I arrive
Niggaz know my steez
Au-revoir MC`s
Hit the floor and freeze
All my sons waving guns in barbaric fashion
Yo they children don`t listen
They just imitate they actions

Chorus (Kweli):
There`s mad millionaires in the ghetto
All material things lose their value in time
That`s why you`ll find I`m a millionaire of the mind
I pack a million thoughts in every rhyme
Another millionaire dies every day (x4)

[Rubix]
Effeminate character MC
Miscommunicate, oppress us, distress us
Relay the data like a messenger from Mecca
How many men can testify to they treasure?
Is this the neverland, the promised land?
Sheep for slaughter
Frontin` sons but ya can`t feed your daughters
What`s your livin?
Playin` to push a man for їSam?
Gettin` wired
And these are the days, the last plague
Watch the fire
Sensation relation the physical manifestation
Man`s elation -- material accomadation
Facin this world
Conglomeratin` corporations
Deeper than the thesis
Observation of creation
Money makes a man rule a nation
After greed is lust
And soon to follow is distrust
This ghetto paranoia is the reason that you bust
Caught up in the cipher
Having negative thoughts
There`s one less millionaire every single day
And you could be the next
This life is rougher than the sex
Sex, sex

Chorus

[Kweli]
Yo I wonder when I get the land cruiser and the lex
(No sweats)
Dodgin` users from the other sex
I wonder if my own people will be next
I need respect that don`t come with no weekly check
I know ghetto millionaires
They got cold chillin stares
And drug-dealin airs
They make hairs stand up on the backs of necks of їmayors?
Who blow up fish markets and got various targets
They sweepin` shit under carpets
I move stealth through the chicken-heads
With talcum on they chests
Yo Malcom`s gone
And the elders ain`t impressed with my struggle
I try to make a profit and I`ll flip it so it double
Being poor just ain`t worth the trouble
Extension of my mansion
Where I keep my stacks
Deep in the study where my nerve endings react
There ain`t no stoppin me
My feelings and thoughts I have monopolies
Magnetic fields and fields of dreams is my property
Poor people who are stupid die quickly
I`m a millionaire that`s carrying all my assets with me
I go past the physical world like Sufis
My people`s was sold one-by-one like Lucy`s
These niggaz got grams but no lands yo you losin me
Watch that first step, its a doozie

Chorus



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