lyrics
I feel the need to chop it up like missionaries
So I steal knives and pocket dictionaries
Thrive on short supplies and get by just barely
Surviving in a jungle look for the bare needs
Fast until at last I can go no further
Stomach on grumble I mumble some curse words
Pockets are not so fat this minute got no cash
Watch for the cameras and other observers
Yo, yo, yo what you write? Let's go get up tonight
Got a great place, but we ain't got no paint
Yo it's all good though, what colors you want?
I just go march in and out, I ain't no saint
Priceless fashion, see it, I snatch it
Three Polo caps in one day, scored a hat trick
She stole my heart after I stole a glance
Unless I steal millions I don't stand a chance
A notebook for flows and more Trojans for so and so
Deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrush like Home Alone
Sampled your record and gave you no credit
If all y'all still want this shit back, yo, forget it
How much does Santa Claus pay all the elves?
He's not real, our parents bought those gifts themselves
With cash earned from minimum wage so inflated
It's just as much theft though not taken from shelves
Eminent domain beyond your control
Death penalties, killing is stealing a soul
Slave labor, stolen land, cultural identity
Coerced taxation from 'friends' who pretend to be
Money inflating is stealing your savings
Money inflating is stealing your savings
Inherently flawed banks too big to fail now
Taxpayers funding a corporate bailout
How can you own anything with a pulse?
Child labor laws don't apply to adults
The concept of stealing is straight up confusing shit
Word changes meaning depending who's doing it
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from
1967 EP,
released December 30, 2014
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