Money Don't Own Me

[01:46.30][00:00.60]My woman, and my money, dont own me...
[01:57.56][00:12.50]Ive got to, keep holding, my own
Heaven, heaven...
The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
Digital brain is the closest to Moses
Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister
Revitalize the game, the names on the poster
The mask with no cape, the flashll crush grapes
The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face
Its shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
Haste makes waste, slow down or you aint wait
The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall
The honeys in the jar, the moneys in the bra
Its funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha
Think cuz we call em sunny, they can be a star
I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent
You entered the square, but you dont know where the circle went
You aint worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince
Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent
You cant still convent, dont have seven cents
Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent
Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went ?
I told you these words are heaven sent
Its time to show you how them rugged MCs rock
If thats steel you see, its that steel I pop
If that Benz I walk, its that Benz I cop
Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props
Cant nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran
Three six letterman, Monks the name
Black Knights the gang,Ill ignite the flames
Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name
With a K on the end of it, that wont be the end of it
Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it
Poof be gone, Imma write that wrong
Im the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song
Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics
Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics
My flow is matchless, aint no way you can surpass this
Level Im on, better go home, and try to practice
Why yes, am I next to impress
D-T-S, bless the best , no cess
Stress, from guess to gold press
The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds
But this is the new improved shit
08 from the AMG, 92, bitch