Power, Money And Influence

(feat. Jean Grae , Talib Kweli)
[Chorus: x2]
Power, money and influence
I had a taste of it, now Im all into it
The game aint over till I get my share
till I have my run, this here is my year
[Jean Grae]
Man, Im a tycon, whether in person or slick right on
Crisp Nikes on, six *** *** with sick pythons
Right around your area, face close like a scared
Straight playin your host, you get *****ed out
This aint fluffin a rang, this clip aint bang
You sittin lame duck, ****tin on the names stuck
I vow this year, powers mine
If I gotta sketch up my name, empowering rhymes
If I gotta attend jail just to boost up the sales
I know a laber owner that Id love to bruise up for bail
I know my family got it, they pull together but its amniotic
I mean baby like askin for a name spot it
The talent, the influental and erotic
Put on the back burner but potential as a parent
Every track is a murder but could treat it like lobonic
The play that graze here, now MCs in a daze mind
[Chorus]
[Guru]
In one second flat I tear your whole frame
Plus we pack like a stadium does, at a pro game
Got so many ways to end yo glory
Rub you out, shut you down, then its end of story
Im like Robert Horry with a clutch three
You cant touch me, the black double oh-seven, ***** trust me
Modern day Ali when it comes to the rhyme
Know how to hold the fort down when they comin for mine
Im crafty, I move swift and changeable
Plus I'm aware, of what jealousy and anger do
You cant help yourself then you cant help me
Cant smell what the truth is then you cant smell me
You can tell a million stories about how gully you are
Then as soon as you finish, Im be pullin your card
I step so courageously, I rap so amazingly
I guess you could say, that ****** slept on me basically
[Chorus x2]
[Talib Kweli]
Jean Grae, Kweli, Guru, for the first time
Let the games begin like Jaceson Taylor wrote his first rhyme
Technology make ***** * lazy, with the pro tools
Even you could write your verse in the booth like you were Jay-Z
A Hollywood between reality tv and rap
Is there aint no more use for the classically trained actor
First light bulb ever made is still burnin
They sell the ones that burn out to take the money you earnin
Word that ********* grow too natural to be a cash crop
We have cops at bars, smokin squares, throwin back shots
They walk the street and bring the heat to the apshalts
Servin, protectin the half, beatin on the half not
****** talk greasy in the magazines
Till they track down and you hear the sounds of loaded magazines
Havin dreams till they ribs got a gat in between
Passion for cream, make a ***** wanna splatter your spleen
That shit is mean
[Chorus x2]