Ren - Money Game, Pt. 2 lyrics

Strange times we're living in
Panic and hysteria
Poor man learn the rich man
Don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show, America
Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate (Come on)
Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh, what a shame it would be, I would die"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire
Only joking, only messing
Don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent
There's no need to be unpleasant
Write my thesis in a rhyme
Scheme to analyze the brain
While my finger's on the trigger
Of a money game

Oh rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame
Blame it's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game this old

Money is a game and the ladder we climb
Turns a saint into a sinner
With his finger in crime
I'll break it down for you
Motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme
She sells seashells on a seashore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cause
There's loads on the sand
Step one: you must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better if
The people think they're rare, you see
Bare with me
Take as many shells as you can find
And hide 'em on an island
Stockpile 'em high until they're
Rarer than a diamond
Step two: you gotta make the people
Think that they want 'em
Really want 'em, really fuckin' want 'em
Hit 'em like Bronson
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If you haven't got a shell, then
You're just a fucking waste, man
Three: it's monopoly
Invest inside some property
Start a corporation, make a logo
Do it properly "Shells must sell"
That will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals
They're a poor man's quality
Four: expand, expand, expand
Clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hands
Five: why just shells? Why limit yourself?
She sells seashells, sell oil as well
Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds
Sell rocks sell water to a fish
Sell the time to a clock
Seven: press on the gas
Take your foot off the brakes
Then run to be the president
Of the United States
Eight: big smile mate, big wave
That's great now the truth is overrated
Tell lies out the gate
Nine: Polarise the people
Controversy is the game
It don't matter if they hate you
If they all say your name
Ten: the world is yours
Step out on a stage to a round of applause
You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore
And you sell seashells on the seashore

Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame
Blame it's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
This old money game this old