Song | Ends |
Artist | Reflection Eternal |
Album | Revolutions Per Minute |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Ayo, you gon’ put in on this one? | |
Why am I the only one purchasing shit man | |
Ay, go ahead and kick it on in | |
Kick it in! Kick it In! | |
Everything, is gonna be alright...oh yeah | |
[Verse 1 - Talib] | |
Strong arm robbery | |
Ponzi scheme, our foreign policy | |
War in the name of democracy | |
A lottery, a plot to run up in your private property | |
Cop a key, break it down, and call it the ricotta | |
Or the fetti - that’s a lotta cheese | |
Enough to make the innocent cop a plea | |
And stabilize economies, shopping spree | |
Copped a V, we stay driven by a lotta greed | |
The saddest sight is when the parasites bottom feed | |
The game of Monopoly, a terrorist bombing spree | |
Planes falling out the sky, like we was a Lockerbie | |
Look into the heart of a thief | |
You might go on vacation, become a patient | |
Somebody taking your artery | |
My lyrics merely taking a picture, this is photography | |
Obviously for some the poverty really hard to see | |
Honestly, I’ve come to the stage rock properly | |
I like my pockets fat, not flat | |
Word | |
[Hook - Bilal] | |
Spending up all my time making ends | |
For all the money | |
It’s the only thing on my mind, right now | |
That matters | |
Tried to change my mind | |
[Verse 2 - Talib] | |
Gotta check? Let me underwrite it | |
Spendin’ money on the flesh, attention undivided | |
The promise of funds got ‘em strip to their undergarments | |
For the skrilla, they willin’ to diss your mama | |
Like the show with Wilmer Valderamma | |
I grind harder cause I gotta live | |
My ancestors swung from the ropes | |
Now my knot is thick | |
This is Apocalypse Now, rising to prominence | |
Never go against the family, it’s Godfather shit | |
My hypothesis, stop your breath like an octopus | |
Gettin’ hold of your esophagus | |
Try to rob, I’ll pop you quick | |
Promise you will not evict | |
On a reconnaissance mission for where the profit is | |
No I’m not the office type, quite the opposite | |
Despite accomplishments, I’m hungry as a starving artist is | |
The knowledge from this metropolitan perspective | |
More effective than scholarships to the best colleges | |
[Hook - Bilal + (Talib Ad-libs) ] | |
Spending up all my time making ends | |
(Kick it In! Kick it In!) | |
For all the money | |
It’s the only thing on my mind, right now | |
(Ay man, gimme my money!) | |
That matters | |
Tried to change my mind | |
[Outro - Talib Ad-libs] | |
So basically, the moral of the story is: | |
Go get it, man | |
It’s the only thing right now that matters | |
I heard somebody say: “Money is the root of all evil” | |
Don’t believe that man | |
It’s the love of money, the pursuit of money | |
That’s the root of all kinds of evil, man.. | |
So, Yo - somebody owe you money and they ain’t pay up | |
Tell ‘em you got five seconds... | |
You got five seconds - gimme my shit! | |
(Laughs) | |
5...4...3...2...1! |
Ayo, you gon' put in on this one? | |
Why am I the only one purchasing shit man | |
Ay, go ahead and kick it on in | |
Kick it in! Kick it In! | |
Everything, is gonna be alright... oh yeah | |
Verse 1 Talib | |
Strong arm robbery | |
Ponzi scheme, our foreign policy | |
War in the name of democracy | |
A lottery, a plot to run up in your private property | |
Cop a key, break it down, and call it the ricotta | |
Or the fetti that' s a lotta cheese | |
Enough to make the innocent cop a plea | |
And stabilize economies, shopping spree | |
Copped a V, we stay driven by a lotta greed | |
The saddest sight is when the parasites bottom feed | |
The game of Monopoly, a terrorist bombing spree | |
Planes falling out the sky, like we was a Lockerbie | |
Look into the heart of a thief | |
You might go on vacation, become a patient | |
Somebody taking your artery | |
My lyrics merely taking a picture, this is photography | |
Obviously for some the poverty really hard to see | |
Honestly, I' ve come to the stage rock properly | |
I like my pockets fat, not flat | |
Word | |
Hook Bilal | |
Spending up all my time making ends | |
For all the money | |
It' s the only thing on my mind, right now | |
That matters | |
Tried to change my mind | |
Verse 2 Talib | |
Gotta check? Let me underwrite it | |
Spendin' money on the flesh, attention undivided | |
The promise of funds got ' em strip to their undergarments | |
For the skrilla, they willin' to diss your mama | |
Like the show with Wilmer Valderamma | |
I grind harder cause I gotta live | |
My ancestors swung from the ropes | |
Now my knot is thick | |
This is Apocalypse Now, rising to prominence | |
Never go against the family, it' s Godfather shit | |
My hypothesis, stop your breath like an octopus | |
Gettin' hold of your esophagus | |
Try to rob, I' ll pop you quick | |
Promise you will not evict | |
On a reconnaissance mission for where the profit is | |
No I' m not the office type, quite the opposite | |
Despite accomplishments, I' m hungry as a starving artist is | |
The knowledge from this metropolitan perspective | |
More effective than scholarships to the best colleges | |
Hook Bilal Talib Adlibs | |
Spending up all my time making ends | |
Kick it In! Kick it In! | |
For all the money | |
It' s the only thing on my mind, right now | |
Ay man, gimme my money! | |
That matters | |
Tried to change my mind | |
Outro Talib Adlibs | |
So basically, the moral of the story is: | |
Go get it, man | |
It' s the only thing right now that matters | |
I heard somebody say: " Money is the root of all evil" | |
Don' t believe that man | |
It' s the love of money, the pursuit of money | |
That' s the root of all kinds of evil, man.. | |
So, Yo somebody owe you money and they ain' t pay up | |
Tell ' em you got five seconds... | |
You got five seconds gimme my shit! | |
Laughs | |
5... 4... 3... 2... 1! |
Ayo, you gon' put in on this one? | |
Why am I the only one purchasing shit man | |
Ay, go ahead and kick it on in | |
Kick it in! Kick it In! | |
Everything, is gonna be alright... oh yeah | |
Verse 1 Talib | |
Strong arm robbery | |
Ponzi scheme, our foreign policy | |
War in the name of democracy | |
A lottery, a plot to run up in your private property | |
Cop a key, break it down, and call it the ricotta | |
Or the fetti that' s a lotta cheese | |
Enough to make the innocent cop a plea | |
And stabilize economies, shopping spree | |
Copped a V, we stay driven by a lotta greed | |
The saddest sight is when the parasites bottom feed | |
The game of Monopoly, a terrorist bombing spree | |
Planes falling out the sky, like we was a Lockerbie | |
Look into the heart of a thief | |
You might go on vacation, become a patient | |
Somebody taking your artery | |
My lyrics merely taking a picture, this is photography | |
Obviously for some the poverty really hard to see | |
Honestly, I' ve come to the stage rock properly | |
I like my pockets fat, not flat | |
Word | |
Hook Bilal | |
Spending up all my time making ends | |
For all the money | |
It' s the only thing on my mind, right now | |
That matters | |
Tried to change my mind | |
Verse 2 Talib | |
Gotta check? Let me underwrite it | |
Spendin' money on the flesh, attention undivided | |
The promise of funds got ' em strip to their undergarments | |
For the skrilla, they willin' to diss your mama | |
Like the show with Wilmer Valderamma | |
I grind harder cause I gotta live | |
My ancestors swung from the ropes | |
Now my knot is thick | |
This is Apocalypse Now, rising to prominence | |
Never go against the family, it' s Godfather shit | |
My hypothesis, stop your breath like an octopus | |
Gettin' hold of your esophagus | |
Try to rob, I' ll pop you quick | |
Promise you will not evict | |
On a reconnaissance mission for where the profit is | |
No I' m not the office type, quite the opposite | |
Despite accomplishments, I' m hungry as a starving artist is | |
The knowledge from this metropolitan perspective | |
More effective than scholarships to the best colleges | |
Hook Bilal Talib Adlibs | |
Spending up all my time making ends | |
Kick it In! Kick it In! | |
For all the money | |
It' s the only thing on my mind, right now | |
Ay man, gimme my money! | |
That matters | |
Tried to change my mind | |
Outro Talib Adlibs | |
So basically, the moral of the story is: | |
Go get it, man | |
It' s the only thing right now that matters | |
I heard somebody say: " Money is the root of all evil" | |
Don' t believe that man | |
It' s the love of money, the pursuit of money | |
That' s the root of all kinds of evil, man.. | |
So, Yo somebody owe you money and they ain' t pay up | |
Tell ' em you got five seconds... | |
You got five seconds gimme my shit! | |
Laughs | |
5... 4... 3... 2... 1! |