[Intro]
As it was said in the book of Revelations
Seven angels played the seven trumpets
And what came next was the beginning of the end
Every dollar is blood money
Who own the dollar own the country
Black gods turn black junkies
It's crazy Lord

[Verse]
Look
Every dollar is blood money
Who own the dollar own the country
Black gods turn black junkies
The rich man laughed at a crack junkie
But if he can't look what's in the mirror then that's ugly
I feel alive when the sun touch me
I own her heart after she fuck me
Uh, ayo, never fear coppers catchin'
God metal gear solid tactics
Top pen revered 'round the atlas
Raz could die for unify the blackness
New gold the standard rap, yo
You a ho, hold the camera, can't hold the dab
The lies is Miami, the truth is like the polar caps
When I rap ya' soul react, mental turn
Diet Coke the Mentos, that mean ya' head explode
The speed of light been my tempo since Rosetta Stone
Every king keep Corretta home
Yo
'Cause every dollar is blood money
Who own the dollar own the country
Black gods turn black junkies