Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Very Much Money (Ice King Dream), artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Dark Comedy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Very Much Money (Ice King Dream) |
Writing on the floor of a Chinese restaurant |
Crown on my hip like Simon Petrikov |
Thought of a song called 'Thinking of Master Plans' |
Reagan and Rakim drinking in Amsterdam |
Cafe back room meeting with cancer man |
Engineering project black astronaut |
The first scene in the film Prometheus |
I wrote a brand new story that starts from there |
Just need some help with the financing |
I ain’t got nobody to pitch it to |
My friends are superheros |
None of us have very much money though |
They can fly, run fast, read Portuguese |
None of us have very much money though |
They know judo and yoga, photography, politics |
Some of them leap over buildings |
Writers, magicians, comedians, astronauts |
None of it mattered when niggas was hungry |
My friends are superheros |
None of us have very much money though |
They wear the same underwear as billionaires |
None of us have very much money though |
Hustlers, beatmakers, drug dealers, sculptors |
Ego-maniacal authors and bloggers |
Some of them talk to the animals |
None of it mattered when niggas was hungry |
That shit’s not valuable |
Come say it to my face |
That shit’s not valuable |
Come say it to my face |
It’s all disposable |
Come say it to my face |
I was hoping this device might cure my remembering |
I’m eighty-seven percent sure I invented it |
High adrenaline I’m rapping on the cake boss |
Name on the dressing room, so I ain’t lost |
Commencing countdown takeoff |
Another sound stage, rehearsing a fake space walk |
Lil' Wayne is an ancient African |
Jay-Z's been around since the 20s though |
The only new ones is Lil' B and One Be Lo |
We only got a hundred months to go |
Until your hometown’s covered under tons of snow |
It goes one, two, three, four, five little Indians |
When it’s all over I survive on the Pentium |
Chips, cinnamon flavored memory sticks |
And I’ll flash, take a picture |
Cause I won’t remember |
That shit’s not valuable |
Come say it to my face |
That shit’s disposable |
Come say it to my face |
It’s not authentic though |
Come say it to my face |
That’s so ingenuine |
Come say it to my face |
My friends are superheros |
None of us have very much money though |
They can fly, run fast, read Portuguese |
None of us have very much money though |
They can make hair grease out of fruits and herbs |
None of us have very much money though |
They can take selfies like Dubuffet |
None of us have very much money though |
Track 5 on Dark Comedy |