El Michels Affair, Black Thought - Grateful lyrics
[El Michels Affair, Black Thought - Grateful lyrics]
Three for the money
Two for the hustle and one for the
Night time spread over the
City like a comforter
Prime time for the predators who come
To hunt for the chumps
Carryin' them high notes like a trumpeter
They shoot as straight as arrows and
Run through the shadows
As sons of a gun or dirty young caballeros
With marks on they collars where
They hung from the gallows
Their lust for the dollars keep
'em red like the tarots
Makin' fiends, influencin' people
Dale Carnеgies with big dreams to get rich
Quick that fail horribly
Now thеy play the avenue of Amsterdam
With other pickpockets and thieves
And gambling mans
And they just come at all the
Noodles where resistance is futile
Business as usual to blow out
Your wig like French Poodles
Never-endin' pursuit of the American dream
Winner takes everything is still
A regular theme, listen
Ayo, one for the will of man
Two for the kilogram
Three for the cold killer who
Can still be a millionaire
Fillin' the Frigidaire
Big plates and silverware
Where everybody eat except the
One who was ill-prepared
Due to circumstances, there's no more chances
We was raised by wolves, grizzly bears
And panthers it's wild, yo
I'm surprised we ain't grown no antlers
The whole house is fucked like Jo Jo Dancers
It's hopeless to drift into a deep psychosis
Do the most for just another bleak prognosis
Out of respect for the dead
The names is changed
When whoopie pie lit in his wig
His aim was flames
If one thing them young boys
Not playin' his games
Now that'll teach an old-timer how
To stay in his lane
I guess the moral of the story is
Any sip you pour me is
A toast to the warriors
Who bit the dust before me, kid be grateful
Two for the hustle and one for the
Night time spread over the
City like a comforter
Prime time for the predators who come
To hunt for the chumps
Carryin' them high notes like a trumpeter
They shoot as straight as arrows and
Run through the shadows
As sons of a gun or dirty young caballeros
With marks on they collars where
They hung from the gallows
Their lust for the dollars keep
'em red like the tarots
Makin' fiends, influencin' people
Dale Carnеgies with big dreams to get rich
Quick that fail horribly
Now thеy play the avenue of Amsterdam
With other pickpockets and thieves
And gambling mans
And they just come at all the
Noodles where resistance is futile
Business as usual to blow out
Your wig like French Poodles
Never-endin' pursuit of the American dream
Winner takes everything is still
A regular theme, listen
Ayo, one for the will of man
Two for the kilogram
Three for the cold killer who
Can still be a millionaire
Fillin' the Frigidaire
Big plates and silverware
Where everybody eat except the
One who was ill-prepared
Due to circumstances, there's no more chances
We was raised by wolves, grizzly bears
And panthers it's wild, yo
I'm surprised we ain't grown no antlers
The whole house is fucked like Jo Jo Dancers
It's hopeless to drift into a deep psychosis
Do the most for just another bleak prognosis
Out of respect for the dead
The names is changed
When whoopie pie lit in his wig
His aim was flames
If one thing them young boys
Not playin' his games
Now that'll teach an old-timer how
To stay in his lane
I guess the moral of the story is
Any sip you pour me is
A toast to the warriors
Who bit the dust before me, kid be grateful