Soul On Sleeve

Music over money with the soul on sleeve Music over money with the soul on sleeve Music over money with the soul on sleeve I ain't lettin' dummies put a hold on me Here for my appointment Push me where I'm pointed I'm free to stab at will While you chill an get the joints lit, shit You Bruce Wayne or Two Face We can do a coin flip! Make it bounce I wanna see it boing bitch Bring the funk til' my loins itch Make 'em jump like their boys ditched Give a groin kick And spit blood in their face like you enjoyed it Your tuned into the LIFTED noises Here to show you how to make some poisons An it ain't our choices I'm just following the voices They tellin' me to Keep my soul on sleeve and follow these Don't keep it deep inside of me where the hollow be Please don't call on these colonies they all on knees You better die where you stand Don't try to fall on me! Music over money with the soul on sleeve Music over money with the soul on sleeve Music over money with the soul on sleeve I ain't lettin' dummies put a hold on me I'm not thrilled by bills If its a few mills, maybe Still, the Skrill only as good as Who it can get killed Chill I don't mean to be violet But everything's wilden My soul speak, let it run on sleeve Stand proud, then them cops stashed a gun on me No wonder we Paranoid there's nowhere to avoid this plastic society Where authorities lie to me Go tell it to the high supreme So we can know where to sent our surveillance team Beat your ass then nail your queen This shit obscene Obviously if politicians made less There'd be less poverty But somehow they seen as sovereign beings Cut the bullshit monopoly's My music over money's my property An ill use it how i want with a cocky lean I ain't talking clean when these soles stay dirty as f*ck As if you crass, cash cows didn't nerve me enough Music over money with the soul on sleeve Music over money with the soul on sleeve Music over money with the soul on sleeve I ain't lettin' dummies put a hold on me Some find it jarring So i prep my canned goods The damn hoods soon to be starving An I be out in the bush pickin' kush While they shop cartin' All bargin' for the top bargain As I harken To the sounds of dogs barkin' My thoughts sharpen Set free by Gods parden The soul on my sleeve don't mean I always talk smart, then What's it mean to concoct art when It's not to be top chartin'? I got a hot heart an It's melting through my chest Making me a skeleton of flesh What a mess to measure All this manic pleasure lets the frantic fester One jump for mankind? Or a gigantic gesture? Should I believe my professors an all the lectures Or should I start from scratch? No part intact All dark with a blunt impact You could say its all a front But I've always been back cause its Music over money with the soul on sleeve Music over money with the soul on sleeve Music over money with the soul on sleeve I ain't lettin' dummies put a hold on me