Ends - Talib Kweli, Hi-Tek, Bilal

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

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

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

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

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

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)