Lucre

They say God remakes the world every day
With the amount of good and evil, you never change
It's said that you pay for what you do
But to see bad men buried with honor is nothing new
I often hear hard work is its own reward
And that the world is promised to the meek and the poor
I take that like a kiss from a whore
I take that like a kiss from a whore

High concepts written in a cold sweat
Fever high like the price of gold get
Or high capacity clips from the grandfathered TEC
What you expect with a black president-elect?
Warned 'em
Fire next time but they fucking slept, yet
I still felt bad when your mothers wept

Existentialist questions
Like Blood or Crip?
Seats catcher's mitt soft in the gutta whip
Petit's bourgeoisie hold power, butter grip
Clandestine meeting, foreign government
Money up front, signed over the publishing
Whiskey neat, cigars blunt, we talked circles
Oak paneled study
Discussin' how and when to murk you

They say God remakes the world every day
With the amount of good and evil, you never change
It's said that you pay for what you do
But to see bad men buried with honor is nothing new
I often hear hard work is its own reward
And that the world is promised to the meek and the poor
I take that like a kiss from a whore
I take that like a kiss from a whore

He's a vet with no stripes who changed sides twice to save his life
Still got spotted, pulled out the crowd and shot twice
Women avert their sight
Stray dogs lingered as the body lay in the street 'til night
Illustrating the might of snapping the right finger
Change in pitch, expression on face, a brief gesture
That holds weight like a snitch at the bottom of a cold lake
Anwar Sadat, death parade

Warm coke sipped in the shade, he dreams of the day
Women guard him like Gaddafi
Bedouin tents Amazons in epaulettes, Tunisian property
Mom used to say "if you're going to do it, do it properly"
Everything must go is how the sign translate, approximately
300K in the suitcase, give or take, the price of monopoly
Utilities and railroads in Baltic states, we made a mockery
Of all you held dear from good hope to cape fear
Manilla envelopes, Anglo-American de beers
For he's a jolly good fellow, three cheers

They say God remakes the world every day
With the amount of good and evil, you never change
It's said that you pay for what you do
But to see bad men buried with honor is nothing new
I often hear hard work is its own reward
And that the world is promised to the meek and the poor
I take that like a kiss from a whore
I take that like a kiss from a whore



Credits
Writer(s): James Simon, F Porter
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