Alix Perez, Jehst, Foreign Beggars - Monolith lyrics

We're covert
Tryna figure out these crazy days
While they plottin' at our
Movements in shady ways i heard money talks
Get it if you can
It's full force on a course
Fuckin' up their plans

We're covert underground guerrilla militia
Prohibition cash flow, we triple the figure
I heard money talks get it if you can
With your middle finger to the man

They want us all on lockdown, locked up
Or lock jawed edgin' closer to that drop off
The top floor They watch!
Scrutinize my moves out the camera angles
Laughin' while I finger at this noose
In which a man’s entangled
And every step's a stone's
Throw from the gallows
I'm cold to the marrow
Throwin' quotes from the shadows
It's a hell of a rabbit hole
It winds and it's narrow
You can call me many things
But don't call me paro
As I figure how to cover my
Tracks now that I'm older
Slippin' through the government cracks
The rebel soldier-
Steady sippin' out some un-descript flasks
I'm seldom sober
Broadcastin' out of the lab until it's over
It's a cold night out bumpers
So keep your wit's about
And gettin' closer to a blizzard now
How we're trapped up in this system even
Though it's in it's last days
Tryna spread a message so I
Scribble on a vast page

Painstakin', we're at the forefront gunnin'
Butterflies deep in the cut, we touch nothin'
Stay covert, Black Ops mess clouds the senses
Minds eye rootin' escape powers
We’re blessed with be certain traps
But we’re conditioned to believin'
Money is the surefire path to life's freedom
Money is the tree, the fruit for we eat from
Money is the route to our demise
Yet we need it but do we really?
But who am I to question?
They're tellin' us to never stand out
To pay attention
Be another face in the crowd
Not to mention that we’re living life
Eyes wide shut, crown the dead man
The iceman cometh, bisect the monolith
Revolution is the old man's bed
Fucking college kid
Clones of the archetypal
Progress is hindered
Personal gain, one foot in the grave
Lord forgive us

Yo, vault your circle in the trophy
Let's lock down the currency
Merkel and Sarkozy
Murder in the first degree, nothin' cosy
They all fall down, a pocket full of posies
Oppose me? No I'm a general, salute me
The truth be nothin' but the truth absolutely
You ain't really real
You're more like a movie
I'm hoodish, I broadcast documentary footage
Man, goodness gracious, monopolize the papers
Next thing they're topplin' the skyscrapers
Triple darkness, double agents
Single currency, the hand of globalisation
They got the kids in trainin' goldenEye
It's like Tinker, Tailor- soldier, Spy
We're tryna trace the call hold the line
They're all watchin' the clock
But they don't know the time

It's a cut-throat fight for the power
Hustle for the money, but I never have time
So, now I need more firepower
Fight the blood-money
Goin' out for what's mine

It's a cut-throat fight for the power
Hustle for the money, but I never have time
So, now I need more firepower
Fight the blood-money
Goin' out for what's mine

We're covert
Tryna figure out these crazy days
While they plottin' at our
Movements in shady ways i heard money talks
Get it if you can
It's full force on a course
Fuckin' up their plans

We're covert underground guerrilla militia
Prohibition cash flow, we triple the figure
I heard money talks get it if you can
With your middle finger to the man