LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nomadic Extra Large

Verse 1
As the world turns, money burns — you can feel the fire,
The burning sensation of world domination.
I’m facing time for the rhymes I make,
’Cause half of y’all wouldn’t even try to take
One step up the ladder to try to teach the truth.
So I’m teaching the truth to the young youth.
Hopefully they get it when I spit it —
If they don’t, I guess it wasn’t meant for them to listen to it.
If I say I lived it, I really did go through it.
You can feel the pain when I spit it through the conduit.
Stress for me is like a cup of tea,
’Cause some of the things I’ve seen you wouldn’t believe.
But I still move on and stay on track —
See, I refuse to go back to the days of way back.
Having memories of my friends when they used to sell crack,
I used to watch them cook it up and sell it like that,
Like an everyday meal — see, we caught up in the struggle,
With dudes trying to bubble selling crack.
I couldn’t do it — I got tired of seeing little kids
Walking with no shoes, barefooted,
With moms sucking dick right around the corner,
About three hits away from meeting the fxxxing coroner.
Yo, that’s the life of the everyday man in the ghetto —
So listen to the melody.

Chorus
As the world turns, money burns, life — it gets hectic.
You better be prepared, you better be scared,
And walk a thin line, ’cause there’s a thin line
Between love and hate — and people love to hate
Whatever you do, no matter if you’re doing good.
Hey yo, they wanna see you fall — so fxxx ’em all.
Just keep moving on, ’cause the world is yours,
It’s in the palm of your hands.

Verse 2
The world is in the palm of your hands — shit is critical.
And behind the turmoil and the stress,
Miracles exist in many different forms and fashions.
Instead of being angry, just think and imagine —
What if you ain’t have a house to live in?
What if you ain’t have food to eat?
What if you were moving to a different beat?
See, the rhythm of the streets is a fast tempo,
Rockin’ with the same old two-step.
Dudes be looking like, “If you get in their way, that’s that.”
Blow the horns — ’cause when it’s on, it’s on.
And when it’s on, it’s really on,
Just like a light switch.
These are electric rhymes and sketches,
I paint a perfect picture of life through my eyes,
The way I see it — so check how I analyze.
Don’t even think about trying to devise my plan —
I’m a newborn man.

Chorus
As the world turns, money burns, life — it gets hectic.
You better be prepared, you better be scared,
And walk a thin line, ’cause there’s a thin line
Between love and hate — and people love to hate
Whatever you do, no matter if you’re doing good.
Hey yo, they wanna see you fall — so fxxx ’em all.
Just keep moving on, ’cause the world is yours,
It’s in the palm of your hands.