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Upon a backdrop of increasing income inequality and social injustice, Sly deSilva and Jagger James deliver an electrifying mix of nihilistic bangers and thoughtful reflections. With ruthless bars over nocturnal instrumentation, these two adversarial forces face off over morality and wealth, creating the perfect soundtrack for life in an era of unrestrained capitalism.

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released November 24, 2017

Performed by Sly deSilva & Jagger James
Written by Sly deSilva & Jagger James
Executively Produced by Quinn Abner

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Track Name: All for a Dollar
[Intro]
The truth about the distribution of wealth under American Capitalism
To sum it up, our system is morally right
In other words, it provides economic freedom
Thus bringing about national progress
We have seen how well our own system measures up
We know that American Capitalism is morally right because it's chief elements:
Private ownership, the profit motive, and the competitive market are wholesome and good
They are compatible with God's laws, and the teachings of the Bible
We must examine the distribution of the great wealth produced through the operation of American Capitalism
Is the distribution widespread?
Or is the wealth of America concentrated in the hands of a few
While the great majority of people would suffer increasing poverty
The fact is that American Capitalism has set a new standard for human welfare
Now let's examine the distribution of wealth in another way

[Verse 1 - Sly deSilva]
All for a dollar, Lambo from Impalla
Embezzle funds from Ghana to Guatamala
Blood diamonds all up in my Ghost Money chain
Blowing blood money stacks when I’m finna make it rain

[Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)]
Working for days
(You a slave for that minimum wage)
Gotta get paid
(Work half your life, throw the rest away)

[Verse 2 - Jagger James]
I work for my money, but it doesn’t work for me
I work two or three jobs, call it 2017
Boy, I love my city, but it’s expensive to breathe
Lost my frames, can’t afford lenses to see
Jagger James, know the name, skipping breakfast to eat
Get to job one of two, man or is it really three?
I better pay this transit fare, just so I can make it there
Half an hours work, just to work, that ain’t really fair
Fair or not fair, I’m the chess piece, not the player
True or not true, student loans got me making prayers
Shudder when I think of what I owe, my dollar’s ghost
My living situation ain’t the most, I can’t control
Employers want my labor, want my body, not my soul
Better pimp my butterfly, I want a little more
Better get my dollar while I can to be sure
Any way possible, sick of being poor


[Interlude]
Are these economic benefits under American Capitalism
Being extended to American wage or salary earners?
You may be wondering:
"Who got all this money?"

[Hook - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)]
Working for days
(I’m a slave for that minimum wage)
Gotta get paid
(Work half my life, throw the rest away)

[Verse 3 - Sly deSilva]
They say don’t work for your money, make your money work for you
I do that, plus yours works for mine too
Sly deSilva, I’m a menace
Can’t buy happiness, but I could buy the senate
Gotta spend it to make it, so your chips all in
But you forgot I own the table and the house always wins
Sly deSilva stacked the deck
Now you grovel on your knees for this paltry cheque
Since I blown up, rent’s gone up, you need more stuff
Need more bucks? Got some dollars I could loan ya
Interest rates that make you take marijuana
Drug tests at work, so now you work the corner
Slinging my product, making my profits
'Til my police pick you up for narcotics
My prisons paid when they close the door and lock it
End of the day, it’s just a dollar in my pocket

[Verse 4 - Jagger James]
What I gotta do to get a dollar in my pocket
If I cannot get one soon then I’ma have to cock and lock it
Taking money for the moment, renting cause I never own it

[Outro]
Who'd risk a guess as to the total amount of the national income
During this amazing productive era in America

"Trillions"

Yes, it's up in the trillions
You get writer's cramp with a figure like that
Track Name: Slow Money
[Verse 1 - Jagger James]
Spent my whole life making this slow money
Spent my whole life needing get up and go money
Every night's a late night reaching them goals money
Early mornings, always wake from the cold money
Every day every hour it's do what you're told money
Been making the dough, still needing that dough money
Been flexing the flow, bank account needs flow money
Can't afford no sick days, go in with the flu money
That's the life I live, tryna stack up my food money
You can take a day off, but to each his own money
If I don't work day and night, can't afford home money
Young boy living, man, never got old money
Young boy dreams, money-clip to fold money
Young boy means any method to hold money
Overnights in them alleys, never go home money
Get fired for being overworked and so hungry

[Hook - Jagger James & Sly deSilva]
Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money

[Verse 2 - Jagger James]
Fast money, that's that dream that never lasts money
I been working dawn to dusk for that cash money
Time passed never asked for that loan money
Young and black I’d rather stack up my slow money

[Verse 3 - Sly deSilva]
Slow money, nah really fuck slow money
Get money fast, treat your nose with that blow money
Coke for the hoes, the hoes for the money
That's the life that you living when you living off of flow money
See, I know money, I got that old money
That Rockerfeller making all of that dough money
Not Hov money, this that oil money,
That never work and profit off ya toil money
So spend all that "did-it-on-your-own" money
I'ma take that forclosing on your home money
Once it's all gone, and you ain't got mo' money
Mo' problems for you cause you owe money
And while you rappin' bout getting all that dope money
Privatized prisons making me that GEO money
Funny, modern day, I still make slave money
Laughing all the way to the bank with my money

[Hook - Jagger James & Sly deSilva]
Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money

Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money
Slow money dog, slow money
Track Name: 24/7
[Verse 1 - Sly deSilva]
Rhymes dope like I wrote ‘em in coke
White lines, white crime, better pay me some more
Through the nose, like a white bitch doing blow
White man with the plan, getting money for sure
When I go hard, never leave it in
I’m pulling out like cash from the ATM
I’m pulling out in my driveway, brand new Benz
No friends, no amends, just means to an end (yeah)
Pockets fatter than America
Green faces when they stare at ya
Wolf prowling, finna tear it up
The OG super predator
European demon, got them stacks of gold
I been, making money every pack that’s sold
I been, making money, ransacked the globe
I stay, making money that’s the status quo

[Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)]
Making all the lil' raps now
Tryna, play the front not the background
(Making all types of stacks now
Tryna, hit the foes with the flat rounds)
24/7, 365
Always stay on my grind
(24/7, 365
Money stay on my mind)

[Verse 2 - Jagger James]
Lately I been rolling as a modern day merc
Bars or bearnaise, I been serving allure
These other guys flinch when I roll into work
My butterfly's pimped, I'm just saying it first
The key to making dough, get your yeast and disperse
Add flour, then knead, 'til it's soft, tight and firm
Can't follow instruction, that ain't my concern
I been working more hours than Swedish interns
Schedule set to 365
Better bill for every hour, nigga, that's my time
Say that I'm for hire, I got offers online
And the white man loves me cause I'm half of they kind
Young debonair, gotta love that I'm half black
I been rolling racks 'fore I stacked these fat stacks
I been holding back so let's trash these wack raps
I been tolling tracks so let's grab this cashback

[Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)]
Making all the lil' raps now
Tryna, play the front not the background
(Making all types of stacks now
Tryna, hit the foes with the flat rounds)
24/7, 365
Always stay on my grind
(24/7, 365
Money stay on my mind)

[Verse 3 - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)]
Life’s a bitch, fuck her like the whore that she is
Then I fuck her sister karma while she rolls me a spliff
(Sly fucked me over, tryna rob all my shit
Only thing that we agree is that money is mint
Nothing smell better when it’s fresh off the print
So I lust for this money, name a deadlier sin)
I win, once you sign on that dotted line
Put this pistol to your brain, free your mind

[Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)]
Making all the lil' raps now
Tryna, play the front not the background
(Making all types of stacks now
Tryna, hit the foes with the flat rounds)
24/7, 365
Always stay on my grind
(24/7, 365
Money stay on my mind)
Track Name: Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
[Intro]
Money, the root of all evil
But is that really the truth?
A social construct created just five thousand years ago
Was the genesis of all the evil in the world?
Ha!
Who created money?
Who gives money it it’s value?
It stands to reason that if humans are the source of the root of all evil
Then perhaps that same evil resides within

[Verse 1 - Sly deSilva]
I am the reason that things never change
Too much profiting in staying the same
The reason the slaves can’t cast off their chains
The reason the poor rock big diamond rings
Capitalism breeds capital lies
Money is virtue and money is pride
Money is worth, I felt it inside
I heard a voice sounding so sanctified
“Come on Sylvester, I could make your life better
If you just do what I tell ya then you’ll have all of the cheddar”
Now I get money in all types of ways
Money for blood, money for pain
Money is motive and motive is gain
18k watch but my soul has been stained
Bottles on bottles on bottles of Ace
Choppers go off, bodies get sprayed
Product on product on product for days
Target the poor, profit gets made
So what would I do for a million dollars?
I would drop knees, my soul I would offer
I would do evil and help it to prosper
I would help lead the lambs to the slaughter

[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?

[Interlude 1]
Money makes the world go ‘round
It is the difference between freedom and servitude, life and death
It’s funny, everyone fashions themselves a good person
When they have never, ever, been desperate
Perhaps you are not a good person
Perhaps you have just never been pushed
Perhaps your morals vanish when you see the money on the table
And ask yourself, honestly
What would I do for a million dollars?

[Verse 2 - Jagger James]
What would I do for a million dollars
Grinding for years, hoping to prosper
Sign enough deals to fill up my coffers
Throw away morals and bury my conscience
I want this money like rent on the first
Sly sipping bubbly ‘cause he got the purse
I’m drinking Jamie with friends after work
Green with the envy my Benjamins hurt
This money gon’ fall, my angels are cursed
Considering ways I ain’t raised to make worth
Baphomet staring, take up the offer
Probably would buy my momma some Prada
After all that’s what the devil wears
I know I would sin just to get her there
Decadence life of a millionaire
Tell your friends running on true despair
Kill a homie just to get me there
Working three jobs ain’t got a prayer
Fucking three broads charge ‘em all a fare
Needing three lines you could snort ‘em later
So what would I do for a million dollars?
I know I would scream, I know I would holler
Wondering if I would dead my own father
I’m just tired of living in squalor

[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?

[Interlude 2]
Yes, take this money, take this power
Take everything you want
The world is yours my friend
And you shall kneel before no man
Follow me and you’ll have everything you desire
Let go of petty morality, you are a god
All I need is your soul in exchange
Is that really, so much, to ask for?

[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Who wants to be a millionaire?
Track Name: Pray to the Clip
[Hook - Jagger James]
At night time lacking lifelines
Man I like mines, void the sightlines
Before you plugged up ten times
Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time
Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine
Pimping out my gold for the right dime
Bodies done fold when I let shine
Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine
At night time lacking lifelines
Man I like mines, void the sightlines
Before you plugged up ten times
Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time
Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine
Pimping out my gold for the right dime
Bodies done fold when I let shine
Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine

[Verse - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)]
Rolling in this whip I be on my government shit
Always out for a blood when I think it's a crip
Roll up on a nigga, popping off my trigger
The gun gave me power (so I pray to the clip)
Above the law 'cause I protect the kids
Protect and serve, that's my motto, my wish
At home I got the wife, but the streets is my bitch
(Fuck the bloods, fuck the crips, I got the badge in this shit)
The police mothafucker, that government gang shit
Blues Lives Matter, those the people I hang with
(Black lives never mattered, those people we hanged, shit)
Got my partner in the cruiser he's the G that I bang with
Send the K9 on a nigga when I'm paid my dime
Quotas to fill, (promotions in mind)
Stop and frisk I'm on my shit, know I'm in my prime
Racking charges up, the boss says I shine
Chief told me this morning I was next in line
I better thank the clip for the evidence that I sniffed
High on life, man these perks are so bliss
Traffic stops and bodies drop, my gun (I keep it always hot),
He's the perp, (but I know he's not)
So sit down kids, 'cause you better listen,
My joys are the illicit, the crimes I'm implicit
And the power that I hold (when this gun starts giving)

[Bridge - Sly deSilva]
Pistol popping when I kill a snitch
Made a bil, now I’m filthy motherfucking rich
Made a deal with the devil now I’m feeling it
Arms raised to the lord, pray to the clip
Green eyes see dollar signs
Green eyes make dollars mine
Green eyes, I’ma load a clip
Unloading shells making bills for the money clip

[Hook - Jagger James]
At night time lacking lifelines
Man I like mines, void the sightlines
Before you plugged up ten times
Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time
Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine
Pimping out my gold for the right dime
Bodies done fold when I let shine
Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine
At night time lacking lifelines
Man I like mines, void the sightlines
Before you plugged up ten times
Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time
Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine
Pimping out my gold for the right dime
Bodies done fold when I let shine
Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine

[Bridge - Sly deSilva]
Pistol popping when I kill a snitch
Made a bil, now I’m filthy motherfucking rich
Made a deal with the devil now I’m feeling it
Arms raised to the lord, pray to the clip
Green eyes see dollar signs
Green eyes make dollars mine
Green eyes, I’ma load a clip
Unloading shells making bills for the money clip

[Outro - Jagger James]
At night time lacking lifelines
Man I like mines, void the sightlines
Before you plugged up ten times
Shylock niggas paying bread fines, bed time
Niggas sell they soul I just rent mine
Pimping out my gold for the right dime
Bodies done fold when I let shine
Burner warm steady cause I stress mine, bless mine
Track Name: Run Up
Run Up

[Intro - Jagger James]
So I was in the crib, chilling, playing PS3, Resistance 3
You know me, man
I got headphones on, everything's good
And then I hear this
*shotgun cocking*
Behind me
But in the game, I was using an SMG
And I knew at that moment exactly what was 'bout to happen, my nigga
My instincts kicked in bruv, I wasn't going out on no Xbox Killer shit
I threw the controller sideways, I ripped the headphones off
I ain't even pause the game, I'm tryna live nigga
I jumped behind this metal door man, I knew it could take the blast
I wasn't going out like that

[Verse 1 - Jagger James]
Tell you right now, I got nothing to lose
Been hustling, been grinding, but ain't nothing to prove
And when you shine in the dark, ten times out ten,
There comes ten fuck niggas with something to prove
No warning shots, duck nigga, come with the crew
When you run up on Jaguar, this ain’t the zoo
Now I'm in the wrong mood, I got limbs to remove
On a murder spree, call it a good afternoon

[Verse 2 - Sly deSilva]
More untouchable than Paravans and way more rich
Lay a hand and you motherfuckers will get hit
Lay a hand, and your fam at the closed casket
'Cause ain’t nobody wanna see a body with holes in it
I show the kids what the program is
Touching Sly, changes lives in one moment
I’m making phantoms of ’em, I make examples of ‘em
And if they gunning for me now then the caskets coming

[Hook - Jagger James]
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts

[Verse 3 - Jagger James]
Jagger James with the mask off, nigga ain't that soft
Tell you what's coming if you run up, it's hands on
Break ‘em joint by joint, like these chickens my hands on
Make a nigga chicken, when he run up it’s mask on
Now the nigga tripping, yo, I know where he work
Bounty on his head, yo, I know what's he’s worth
And right when he's safe to sleep, I strike first
Jagger James with the mask on, tell me who worse

[Verse 4 - Sly deSilva]
Everyybody think they Scarface, but Scarface dies
Shoulda watched the movie ‘fore you fucked with Sly
Think is the world is yours? The world is mine
Now you looking down a squad with extendo nines
Remember, cross your T’s, dot your I’s
Don’t cross Sly, or get that red dot on your eyes
I ain’t Arkhipov with my hand on the button
I ain’t the type of man you should test if he bluffing
I ain’t the type for mercy, I take your whole shit
Leave you penniless and sitting at the river of Styx
Life’s a bitch, then you die, but the ride could be worse
Like getting tossed in a woodchipper feet first
If you feeling like testing, grab on your Smith and Wesson
Run up, I put you down like a recession
'Cause I could I overthrow a government
So what you think I do to a dumb motherfucker tryna start some shit

[Hook - Jagger James]
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts

[Verse 5 - Sly deSilva]
I’m war ready already, ready to bust like a levee
Car bombs in a Chevy, goons with guns and machetes
Shooters aimed at the ready, they see his brow getting sweaty
I bet he never thought he’d end up dead for the fetti
My pockets is heavy, I’m counting all of this cheddy
Glocks cocked, ready to pop, if ya’ll tryna get me
Got the semi aimed steady, any situation ready
Any citizen or soldier could get turned to spaghetti

[Verse 6 - Jagger James]
I'm doing anything necessary for me to get by
Don’t dare get in the way of me and my apple pie
It’s cliche, but I say that’s the apple of my eye
And God help these niggas that I pass into the sky
Lately I been sharpening my blades on the daily
Watch where you step, if you need me on the safety
My own life's flashed before my eyes don't forsake me
We could swap places but you would never thank me
Put wings on, when I been wronged, it ain't right
Bring the iron on, so now they gone and take flight
To tell the truth, I love the city on a foggy night
Perfect opportunity to blank face and target sight
Lastly to review I leave your body in the rear-view
Don't even need goons, just my palms near you
No murder weapon, that's one less piece of evidence
Leave your body burned cause you're hellbound not heaven sent

[Hook - Jagger James]
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts
Way too many niggas tryna run up
Way too many niggas tryna dust up
Way too many niggas tryna come clutch
Run up, run up, then this pistol erupts

[Verse 7 - Jagger James]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies,
On my Lecter shit, man, you no want the recipe
Way too many niggas thinking they can get the best of me
Run up, run up, say your prayers and then rest in peace

[Verse 8 - Sly deSilva]
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Kingpin dreaming off a quarter key
Tryna run up on me, thinking they could be the new me
Well, run up when you see me, then we gon' see
Track Name: Everybody Dies (Look Alive)
Everybody Dies (Look Alive)

[Hook 1 - Sly deSilva]
I’m out here tryna live ‘cause everybody dies, so
Fuck with my money bitch and you is finna die slow
No sympathy for enemies, my heart is ice cold
Think they invincible, but everybody dies though
Everybody dies though
So look alive, yo

[Prehook - Jagger James]
Chilling pouring cups, each and every night
All this paper see-through like it’s a poltergeist
Call it Ghost Money, but we living life
So make a toast for me, while I'm still killing mics

[Hook 2 - Jagger James]
Look alive, look alive
Got my whole fucking team going wild
Got my whole fucking squad gon’ ride
Got my whole fucking city on the rise
Look alive, look alive
Pop bottles got lines for the night
Look alive, look alive
Look alive, look alive

[Verse 1 - Sly deSilva]
Fuck it, put it all in the casket
All the jewels, all the whips, and a bad bitch
All the trillions in the bank
What you motherfuckers think, I’ma share that?
Take it all with me ya’ll get nothing
Well, ya’ll can keep this suffering
Hell, I’m in my casket stunting
On you stupid motherfuckers who be thinking that I’m bluffing

[Hook 1 - Sly deSilva]
I’m out here tryna live ‘cause everybody dies, so
Fuck with my money bitch and you is finna die slow
No sympathy for enemies, my heart is ice cold
Think they invincible, but everybody dies though
Everybody dies though
So look alive, yo

[Prehook - Sly deSilva]
Villain blowing up, almost overnight
Sly been living good, Sly been living right
Now I got my paper, now I got my stacks
Tryna blow it all, cause ain’t no coming back

[Hook 2- Jagger James]
Look alive, look alive
Got my whole fucking team going wild
Got my whole fucking squad gon’ ride
Got my whole fucking city on the rise
Look alive, look alive
Pop bottles got lines for the night
Look alive, look alive
Look alive, look alive

[Verse 2 - Sly deSilva]
Ha, and I still get money
Why you laughing dog, ain’t shit funny
Couple grand for your head get hunted
Hunnid grand in day for the business, I run it
Run the banks, run the state, run the jewels
Run the world, so fuck your rules
Run the game, put respek on my name
For your suffering and pain, Sly deSilva getting paid

[Hook 1 - Sly deSilva]
I’m out here tryna live ‘cause everybody dies, so
Fuck with my money bitch and you is finna die slow
No sympathy for enemies, my heart is ice cold
Think they invincible, but everybody dies though
Everybody dies though
So look alive, yo

[Outro - Sly deSilva]
I see the roses on the casket at your funeral
I hear the singing and the praying for your rested soul
They think there’s heaven but they don’t know what I know
Death is the end, and everybody dies yo
Track Name: St. Paddy's Day
[Intro]
One of the most common plants that grows among the grass is the shamrock
St. Patrick used to pick up the shamrock
And explain that the three leaves were the three aspects of God
The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit

[Verse 1 - Jagger James]
St. Patty's Day and Sly ask me where my green at
Why wear green? I always roll with them green stacks
All black everything, but my pockets greenback
Sly got them green eyes, but I keep the team black
My mans live forever on that white powder green stash
I never turn down white women with the mean ass
Riding down King Street, wonder where my Queens at
People say I'm clever but they also say I seem black
So fuck what they know, gotta find where my team's at
Sly and Jagger James, people calling it a weird match
We gunning for the crown, but we made that song
But here I am, Mansa Musa, rocking purple I'm Khan
I stay black royalty, the people want more of me
An ounce of pure amount cost more than their salary
I was born in purple, never poor, needed more rehearsal
I've been stunting from the go despite the forced dispersal
Black and white separate, like, fuck what am I?
If cash rules everything around me, I got the supply
Two easy steps, two parts milk to your butter
Boil it down, that's some shit to discover
So, it's Ghost Money ’til there's no money.
Ghost Money ’til there’s gold coming
Either one is fine with me, let's roll something
Indica, you know it's green when I hold something

[Verse 2 - Sly deSilva]
Heart blacker than the skin colour all up in that dope spot
Heart blacker than the inside of a crock pot
Heart blacker than the soul of a beat cop
While he beats your fucking black ass to the sidewalk
Stomping out fools really ain’t breezy
Got some red on my brand new blue Yeezy’s
Got this bread, now I make this shit look easy
I’m sick, I’m slick, I’m slimy, I’m sleazy
I’m Sly, The Bad Guy, the villainous one
I get my green from murder and embezzling funds
I get my green off the backs of the vulnerable sons
Hustling hard to get out the ghetto with they mum
Where I’m from, we get the green by any means
Where I’m from, cash rules everything, cream
Where I’m from, it’s so hot that devil steams
Where I’m from, I’m from Bay Street, I rob all your savings
The scheming European Demon with the green iris gleaming
Pushing cream Beamers, leaving semen on a nun
Fiending for that money, it could never be enough
Flee the crime scene, leaving all the bodies in the mud
For the green, I be up
Smoke the green, roll it up
This Irish lass got dat ass, and she giving it up
Four leaf clover tatted on her tits, feeling lucky
I got a pot of gold, all for me

[Hook - Jagger James (Sly deSilva)]
Five stacks up on the table that be nothing to me (get your green up)
All these ladies fucking with me (get your green up)
We the phantoms, don’t fuck with the team (get your green up)
We the phantoms there be nothing to see

(Hunnid stack on the rolly that be nothing to me) get your green up
(All these foes wanna be me) get your green up
(Make you a phantom, don’t fuck with the team) get your green up
(Make you a phantom, then ghost from the scene)

[Outro]
Patrick travelled the length and breadth of Ireland
And had many adventures while he spread his message
He is also famous for driving all the snakes into the sea

The snakes are an allegory, alright?
For pagans, druids, who, I banished
By threatening to kill them if they didn't convert to Christianity

And every year, people all over the world have a huge celebration in his honor
Track Name: Dos Reyes
[Verse 1 - Jagger James]
I been drinking fine wine, and never paying a dime
Fucking fine women, got pussy on overtime
Fine food from my kitchen, it's simple it's my design
And I smoke for free, them blunts is always passing by
King James the tastemasker, don't bother asking why
So many salty niggas, I got acid on supply
I call em casket niggas, leave em rancid and awry
But, fuck that, I'm feasting, drunken chicken from Shanghai
Meanwhile this Arab chick, she been giving me the sly
And no I don't mean she was robbing banks out in Dubai
She been playing coy, but the interest’s in her eyes
Am I Jagger? Am I James? Am I Mr. Worldwide?
But fuck the hoes, my main concern is where money goes
I get free shit all I want, but never wear pockets with holes
Cause right now, I'm killing it, but I aim to get a trillion
After all, tell me, what's king without gold?

[Hook - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)]
I’m on my kingpin shit (But I’m everyman living)
(On my daily grind) Yeah, I’m champagne sipping
Been all about this money (Them racks I gotta get ‘em)
Been all about this rap shit (Now everybody listen)

Aiming at the king, you best not miss
(Coming for the crown, you might get hit)
Shooting at the throne, but you look a little shook
Come and take your best shot (I wish a nigga would)

[Verse 2 - Sly deSilva]
Catch me lounging, I been on top of the world
I been white collar mobbing if you really ain’t heard
I been the man behind the curtain that's putting in the work
And since I been the king, your whole situation worsened
Sipping Don Perignon while two bitches get it on
Making million dollar deals on my cell phone
Poolside pimping, thats how I be living
'Cause I get how I want it, that simple
Got cars I never drove, and houses never slept in
Trust nobody, so green faces is my best friends
Trust no bitch, so I just pass her to the next man
Trust, my only damn trusts is investments
Dressed in black, no stress ‘bout the court
Best in class, I could dodge any charge
Bought the judge a new watch with the bezel
Court case is settled, praise be to the devil

[Hook - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)]
I’m on my kingpin shit (But I’m everyman living)
(On my daily grind) Yeah, I’m champagne sipping
Been all about this money (Them racks I gotta get ‘em)
Been all about this rap shit (Now everybody listen)

[Verse 3 - Sly deSilva (Jagger James)]
If you coming for my neck, bitch you better get a vest
Got a whole squad of shooters and they gripping on the tek
(Ever had a shotty aimed straight for your neck
I never turn my back, I’m always watching my step)
Sly and Jagger James go way back
Back in the day we was spitting over Dre tracks
(Cooking in the kitchen) Catch me in a Maybach
(In different lanes now you catch us on same track)
Ain’t that a bitch, he hustling hard, I’m getting rich
(Serving rap bars, ain’t been getting no tips)
King of this rap shit, king of the stock
(King of the people, young king from the block)
Every time they see me they be sure for defeat
Because I took into the boardroom what I learned from the streets
And see, every time you hear me I done murdered the beat
(So in an audience with Kings better kneel at our feet)
Track Name: Sunset Over Harlem
[Verse 1 - Jagger James]
Rolling with the top down the way that my plot’s gone
My whole life behind me I’m shocked, wow, I’m pop now
Name drop an album, the board it will top now
Never seen this outcome, I’m more than I was ‘bout
Used to chill on the block, but I’m running these ops, how?
Giving up everything on the path to run the town
Niggas acting sideways and give me the runaround
Now things run my way from record sales to repping clout
Never acting reckless, been the witness, seen the weapons out
Homies used to break ‘em down for parts, stock, grip and lock
Sell the difference make some cash, legal shit no paper bags
Applied the hustle to my game, trust, man, I can pay for that
Remember in East Harlem? It was a dece apartment
Three bodegas on the block - safe havens when shit started
Stoop kids or corner kids, was neither wasn’t for the shit
Bullet holes and boarded windows, just another morbid symbol
Shit that you don’t wanna see, hallelujah honestly
Last time I was home, I realized that I need to leave
All the folks I left behind, the homies we had better times
Surrounded by my posse, but it’s lonely on the other side
Seen too many lost, executions and lock ups
No more street shit, I’m getting my stock up
Comfort, or risk it? It was a toss up
Dream is Imperial, Bambi my poppa
I pop up on the block, these streets paved cobblestone
My posse packed tight, I walk past peeps I probably know
Their fortunes ain’t right, car impounded and towed
I hop back in mine thinking “where did life go?”
Had to do some crooked shit, reminiscing got me shook a bit
Now I’m booking all these hits, winnings always look convinced
In the car I’m looking lit, premonitions took a bit
My rearview mirror shining brighter with the ruined tint

[Verse 2 - Sly deSilva]
Close the suicide doors on my green Lamborghini
Rolling past the poor and I’m hoping that they see me
A victory lap for Mr. Big Stacks
Been broke before and I’m never going back
Never pay tax, never leave tracks,
Never serve life, got fall guys for that
Two million in cash in the back
Blunt on the dash
Heard the sirens but they drove right past
Crashed they stocks and foreclosed they homes
They ain’t lock me up, they lock up Jerome
Bank still gon’ deny they loan
But they feel superior in they mobile homes
The yellow lines stretch into the sunset
I look to the sky, it’s the colour of bloodshed
Green in my eyes, I be getting my funds and
White outlines for anybody who gunning
In this zero sum game, I go zero to sixty
Bullet to your brain if it grows my empire quickly
They say Rome wasn’t built in a day
I say Rome wasn’t built without some motherfucking slaves
I’m the slavemaster, sick bastard, rich cracker
Crack that whip, make me my money faster
Money from the business and money from crack
White man paid off of all of that
Now it’s riots in the streets, a country divided
Try and sell ‘em on the hate and these stupid fuckers buy it
Took everything they had and they liked it
'Til I turned around
Shorted all the markets and invested in China
The lies are real, the news is fake
Russia Today says America’s Great
Into the sunset, clean getaway
Can’t do shit like I got diplomat plates

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