"LOVE IS A SCANDAL" lyrics
Ameer Vann & Merlyn Wood Lyrics
Connie, are you fucking kidding me?
The blacker the berry, deeper the suffering
The only way that I'm still livin', prayers from my mom and them
Running from the cops is the rhythm, death is the harmony
When niggas hit the pavement, they prayin' the cops stompin' them
Dogs barkin', a fresh coffin, I hear it callin'
A field nigga, I kill massa and free niggas
I'm still running, still breathing, they lynched Jesus
We still hanging, I'm spitting this with my feet swanging
Praise Jesus, I'm still living to see 27
Moonwalking on cockroaches and petty niggas
Heaven's bells and bullet shells ring on the pavement
Body bags and angels wings, they come and take him
The real danger is money, the true evil is greed
Another nail in the cross, another noose in the trees
The money is sweet like my mood
I feel, I feel brand new
I feel, I feel myself dripping
The money is sweet like my mood
I feel, I feel brand new (Merlyn, Merlyn)
I feel, I feel myself dripping
Sometimes your greatest weakness is your greatest strength
Sometimes a nigga that you hate becomes president
Sometimes the only change happens when you're militant
Sometimes revolution is your only instrument
My trigger finger really strumming negro spirituals
While I'm wading in the water of these liquid checks
Marcus Garvey should've split the sea like Moses did
I'd rather die of thirst, the Master water poisonous
Rather save myself than wait for Jesus' chariots
Only spare my skin, not feared, it's Washington
How can I win? Average Joe, law abiding
Flick of the pen, I'm in the pen, city violent
I'm sick of demands, white girl in my sinus
Portion I read, the white man is behind it
Money move her, it move him and the markets
The money is mint, stepped-on dimes and quarters
You wanna be king? Well, every king needs profits
Change the system? You need change in yo' pockets
I'm talkin' sense, fiscal cents, fuckin' dollars
I'm talkin' brash, talkin' brass, steel, and rifles
I'm chocolate, we don't melt in hellfire
The money is sweet like my mood
I feel, I feel brand new
I feel, I feel myself dripping
The money is sweet like my mood
I feel, I feel brand new
I feel, I feel myself dripping
I know we will live and love, together, forever and ever
The blacker the berry, deeper the suffering
The only way that I'm still livin', prayers from my mom and them
Running from the cops is the rhythm, death is the harmony
When niggas hit the pavement, they prayin' the cops stompin' them
Dogs barkin', a fresh coffin, I hear it callin'
A field nigga, I kill massa and free niggas
I'm still running, still breathing, they lynched Jesus
We still hanging, I'm spitting this with my feet swanging
Praise Jesus, I'm still living to see 27
Moonwalking on cockroaches and petty niggas
Heaven's bells and bullet shells ring on the pavement
Body bags and angels wings, they come and take him
The real danger is money, the true evil is greed
Another nail in the cross, another noose in the trees
The money is sweet like my mood
I feel, I feel brand new
I feel, I feel myself dripping
The money is sweet like my mood
I feel, I feel brand new (Merlyn, Merlyn)
I feel, I feel myself dripping
Sometimes your greatest weakness is your greatest strength
Sometimes a nigga that you hate becomes president
Sometimes the only change happens when you're militant
Sometimes revolution is your only instrument
My trigger finger really strumming negro spirituals
While I'm wading in the water of these liquid checks
Marcus Garvey should've split the sea like Moses did
I'd rather die of thirst, the Master water poisonous
Rather save myself than wait for Jesus' chariots
Only spare my skin, not feared, it's Washington
How can I win? Average Joe, law abiding
Flick of the pen, I'm in the pen, city violent
I'm sick of demands, white girl in my sinus
Portion I read, the white man is behind it
Money move her, it move him and the markets
The money is mint, stepped-on dimes and quarters
You wanna be king? Well, every king needs profits
Change the system? You need change in yo' pockets
I'm talkin' sense, fiscal cents, fuckin' dollars
I'm talkin' brash, talkin' brass, steel, and rifles
I'm chocolate, we don't melt in hellfire
The money is sweet like my mood
I feel, I feel brand new
I feel, I feel myself dripping
The money is sweet like my mood
I feel, I feel brand new
I feel, I feel myself dripping
I know we will live and love, together, forever and ever
