Scared Money Lyrics - Saul Williams

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Callin' haves and have nots, every cell on the block 

Every nigga with a trigger, empty barreled or cocked 

March in like parade of scars if you been stabbed or shot 

Son, we smokin' these batons right in front of these cops 

Callin' out to the kids, all my niggas with bids 

Whether suited up or booted up or stuck in the mid 

You can download it or boot it up, my pupils unlid 

All my students of the underground with record store gigs 

Callin' out to the girls, the inventors of worlds 

The intelligence of relevance and elegant pearls 

Pour like nectar from the lotus big bang opus in swirls 

Down the sweaty backs of hairyweave tracks and dried jheri curls 

Callin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump with your gimp 

On your wrist with just a twist of lime to go with that limp 

Hold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way in 

Let these niggas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss, yes 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

Scared money don't make none 

It was all a dream, it was all a dream 

I used to fantasize I was Malcolm or Martin in the pulpit 

The ballot or the bullet 

I swear I used to pray to change back the year 

When niggas spoke of motherships with space helmets for hair 

Well, now what have we here? 

Thugs and poets, ah yeah 

What we seem to have in common is we're common as air 

Yes, the lowest rung of anthems sung each day every year 

From check cashing to latest fashions 

While they ration out fear but I'm fearless 

Sometimes I feel alone, homeless, peerless 

What will it take to shake the land for everyone to hear this? 

I can't bear this, born of pages torn from ancient prayer lists 

Descendant of the womb, the lotus blooms when I come near it 

I declare it time to realign karat to carrot 

What was olden remains golden sceptered tongue I dare to share it 

All who hear it know at once, royal highness over blunts 

Thug of thugs, pimp of pimps, golden tongue and ivory fronts 

Grind and hustle, niggas know the heart is just a muscle 

All payments due, you made some papes 

I wrote upon I trust you will invest 

'Cause chances are the game is just a test 

Professor of the truth talk real truth emeritus 

I am the king as I command my son to dance and sing 

We celebrate our earthly fate, my daughter gives me wings 

We are one descendants of the mothership and tongue 

Southern trees have born strange fruit, hail, salute a troop well hung 

So come along, everyone's invited 

Heroes of distinguished paths, victims and conquered 

Those who stand alone and those who stand unfettered 

Fuck the bullshit whether from the hill or from the pulpit 

Today, I put my money on the fall of every culprit 

The truth prevails when all else fails 

Drug dealers make the music, then guess who's back? 

Your souls answer to greenbacks, hoes and crack 

The chord that strung from anthems 

Sung right now to way way back 

The legacy of Hennessey distilled to brownish black 

Rolls off the tongue a pointed gun 

Fake nigga's best stand back 

The trumpet calls and yes, yes, y'all 

The emperor's changed his hat