1 for No Money - Themselves, SOLE

One for the money two for no money

My dreams psychedelic nightmares

My team worms and burning bridges

See the light like Copernicus

They want to burn me, like the suns of Copernicus

They got nothing on me

Lyrics is Louis Vuitton belts

My style is straight jackets and suicide bomb belts

No more Tim dogging 'em

Bin Laden, I been rapping

Since the days in blue eyes

Got your head padded

It’s a small world, beware the pot you piss in

May be the one you drink from

The tree you plant today may be

The one you hang from et cetera

Everyday I’m hustling but I ain’t a middle man

Come see me when roc az got more guns than Afghanistan

I started this weird shit, now everybody wants to be normal

This shit rise to the top

That’s why no promo

This ain’t a mix tape

It’s an I don’t give a fuck tape

It’s high school revenge in a brief case

Who brought the duct tape