Rapping4Money - Themselves, cLOUDDEAD

This is for them male lyrical perps

Who want to enter the squared circle with an old pale urkle

Working birkenstocks with socks kid

But still pulling all the lurking working girls nad hot chicks

Gold watch on your wrist, all pissed,

Watching me fold any chance you might of had at a tryst

Like what’s this?

Hey kids, this song’s not for profits,

Like all but locust honey, long walking and God is

Or it is and that’s funny, to be rapping for money,

So which is or which isn’t it?

If it ain’t dick to make I’ll rock my fake batch of syphilis which is strictly

for pity,

But boy it ain’t pretty, the faux rash on my breast plate.

I’d ask if this pay sbut upper class and rich say

Broach no cash on a mix-tape,

It’s gauche and that shows distaste.

My good tongue displaced and replaced by a hood one

Like men and mice is in these times of economic crisis

I ain’t rappin’for money

llocusts, God and honey

This is for them young male lyrical perps

Who volley aimless and anxious tween unwell women and works,

With a less than rent to they merc,

And an ant on they shirt.

Ain’t nothin perf, cept for death vertex and pre-Cambrian earth

But that depends (why wouldn’t it?) on the caliber of your friends

And whether you garden lightly in the feeding of men,

Where kids had did sing songs not for profits,

Like all bu locust, honey long walking and god is,

Or it is and that’s funny-

Like rapping for money,

So which is or which isn’t it?

You flashing flint for a tongue, hair a choir of wicks that’s lit,

Or just like your sedatives sung and a derivative hip,

Shit, I prefer my bezels a bundle of dysfunction and thunder,

Their poems bones a certain something to cover,

Ain’t a more significant others

With which I’d rather fail a mother,

As each our own proverbial suns, our good tongues

Replaced by hood ones, and then spun,

Where mics is hung in these times of crisis…

I ain’t rappin for god, I ain’t rappin for pity

I ain’t rappin for profits, I ain’t rappin for chicks

I ain’t rappin for others, I ain’t rappin for money

I ain’t rappin for money

I ain’t rappin for money, locusts, god, and honey

I ain’t rappin for money, locusts, god, and honey

I ain’t rappin for money, locusts and god, honey

I ain’t rappin for money, locusts, god, and honey