- Votes:
- Composer:
- Saul Williams
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
- Indie
 
- Tags:
- experimental
- spoken word
 
- See also:
Saul Williams - Scared Money lyrics
Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Callin haves and have-nots
 Every cell on the block
 Every nigga with a trigger
 Empty barreled or cocked
 March in like parade of scars
 If you been stabbed or shot
 Son, we smokin these batons right in front of these cops
 Callin out to the kids
 All my niggas with bids
 Whether suited up or booted up
 Or stuck in the mid
 You can download it or boot it up
 My pupils unlid
 All the students of the underground with record store gigs
 Callin out to the girls
 The inventors of worlds
 The intelligence of relevance
 And elegant pearls
 Pour like nectar from the lotus
 Big bang opus in swirls
 Down the sweaty backs of hairyweave tracks and dried jheri curls
 Callin out to the pimps
 Hat cocked slump with your gimp
 On your wrist
 With just a twist of lime to go with that limp
 Hold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way in
 Let these niggas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss
 Yes
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 Scared money don't make none
 It was all a dream
 I used to fantasize I was Malcolm
 Or Martin in the pulpit
 The ballot or the bullet
 I swear I used to pray to change back the year
 When niggas spoke of motherships with space helmets for hair
 Well, now what have we here?
 Thugs and poets, ah yeah
 What we seem to have in common is we're common as air
 Yes, the lowest rung of anthems sung each day every yearSaul Williams - Scared Money - http://motolyrics.com/saul-williams/scared-money-lyrics.html
 From check cashing to latest fashions while they ration out fear
 But I'm fearless
 Sometimes I feel alone
 Homeless, peerless
 What will it take to shake the land for all the land to hear this?
 I can't bear this
 Born of pages torn from ancient prayer lists
 Descendent of the womb
 The lotus blooms when I come near it
 I declare it
 Time to realign Karat to carrot
 What was olden remains golden
 Sceptered tongue I dare to share it
 All who hear it know at once
 Royal Highness over blunts
 Thug of thugs
 Pimp of pimps
 Golden tongue and Ivory Fronts
 Grind and hustle
 Niggas know the heart is just a muscle
 All payments due
 You made some papes
 I wrote upon I trust you will invest
 'Cause chances are the game is just a test
 Professor of the truth talk all talk emeritus
 I am the King as I command my son to dance and sing
 We celebrate our earthly fate
 My daughter gives me wings
 We are one descendants of the mothership and tongue
 Southern trees have born strange fruit
 Hail! Salute! A troop well hung
 So come along
 Everyone's invited
 Heroes of distinguished paths
 Victims and conquered
 Those who dare not stand alone
 And those who stand unfettered
 Fuck the bullshit
 Whether from the hill or from the pulpit
 Today, I put my money
 On the fall of every culprit
 The Truth prevails
 When all else fails drug dealers make the music
 Then guess who's back
 Your soul's answer to greenbacks, hoes, and crack
 The chord that strung
 From anthems sung right now to way way back
 The legacy of Hennessy distilled to brownish black
 Rolls off the tongue a pointed gun
 Fake niggas best stand back
 The trumpet calls
 And yes, yes, y'all
 The Emperor's changed his hat
















