You see these jacks when they’re rolling in they Cadillacs
Holding all the stacks they got from the kickbacks
Always know that the memory is parallax
Two sides of the coin so flip the facts

What’s dat, dat look around for da map
Straight ahead, all the way no falling back
If you get caught, ya better grab an axe
Hitt’em with a Knick-knack right on the paddy whack!

No fear for the motherfucking impacts
Blap, blap, give them motherfuckers crash backs
Come see me if you want the contacts
Sign the dotted line if you want the contract!

Yeah, I drink beer, sometimes I smoke
Sometimes I breakdown, I smoke some dope!
Then I reflect on lyrics I wrote
But I’ll never ever lose the thing called hope

You’ll never find me at the end of my rope
I know you’re waiting for me to choke!
Burn the sage and burn the sweet grass, burn that motherfucking Indian act!
when it’s done burning you can kiss my ass!

Everyone wants to put the bills in the sack
No one puts the truth on a track
Everyone wants to put the bills in the sack
No one puts the truth on a track

Everyone wants to put the bills in the sack
No one puts the truth on a track
Everyone wants to put the bills in the sack
No one puts the truth on a track…
And no one puts the truth on a track!

They sold you the panic, Supplied the pills
The sickness won’t vanish, neither the spills
The mess from the drills, the rich man’s thrills
They pockets get filled, while the planet gets killed!

They sold you the panic, Supplied the pills
The sickness won’t vanish, neither the spills
The mess from the drills, the rich man’s thrills
They pockets get filled, while the planet gets killed!

Everyone wants to get the bills in the sack
No one puts the truth on a track
What do you do when you can’t get it back?
duck and dive and you hide like a rat!

Crawl in the path get caught in a trap
Never stray away from the pack
Follow the rules, they take a cut like a tax
Selling your time for a plaque

Force so hard you get a bend in the back
While They sit back and get fat
Pull on back, like a motherfucking maniac
Pull on back, yeah pull on back, YEAH!

Everyone wants to put the bills in the sack
No one puts the truth on a track
Everyone wants to put the bills in the sack
No one puts the truth on a track…

They sold you the panic, Supplied the pills
The sickness won’t vanish, neither the spills
The mess from the drills, the rich man’s thrills
They pockets get filled, while the planet gets killed!

They sold you the panic, Supplied the pills
The sickness won’t vanish, neither the spills
The mess from the drills, the rich man’s thrills
They pockets get filled, while the planet gets killed!