Man Who Sold the World, Pt. 2 - Living Legends

On stolen shores, we wrote these poems

Can’t make it yours, any land on the earth

It began with the man and it got complex

I guess Pampas promise, No honest-y among theives

When the land was free then a few individuals could breed

Succeed in division, driven by the vision on that land-mass

Never make the land last longer than the last laugh

God show (half-ass)

Real estate agents are really fake agents of Satan, quote that

Government’s warpath, roll back borders

Remaining controllers of most of our oceans

How do we condone it?

Most of our oceans, they never should own it (we own it!)

Yo, Don’t stop, get-it get-it

Money hungry while I’m in it

The world is mine and everything I find all up in it

Don’t give a fuck who I’ve offended!

I’ll take your life like I took this land and keep rollin man

Like an ice cream truck, I’m so cold wit' it

But try to plan it like Community-watch, or like a cop on your block

Got my hand in the oldest stocks, so when it snows I stay humble and high

All I know is the top

Yo, who are you to say what I ain’t got?

When I cop, all the whips

And got all the chicks, stay on my dick to play the skin flute

Like a didgeridoo, control the media too

Got my eyes on you

My bank money?

I’ll loan you

You work for me, shit I own you!

And mother is earth, our palms up her sizzer

Find her with her gems and suck the life out the dessert

Like a wizard (a wizard!), ??whats the final trick?

Super-rich once I sell this bitch

I need a remote control for my remote control

So when I leave this bitch I’m STILL in control

Selling what you never owned;

Land, water, sand

Put a price upon the beauty of our planet is ridiculous

But we on a metronome

A story telling fella dropping knowledge on the ego’s of a species out of

control

Cash hungry bastards, chopping down trees to produce paper money

Fiber from the earth backwards

Man’s thought process: Anywhere I stand’s for sale

The European, pale-faced world

Native Americans, stripped for the heritage

A people who understood the concept of earth

The one and only ever-life force can’t be bought

So they give away, even by the ???

of the world

Yea, Is your mind yours?

What defines war, then confines doors?

It’s a sign OR you’s a time-whore!

Meaning demons fiending, scheming

Propaganda build their own team when

Beef’s in, and people letting time pass on by

And never last or try, that’s why them cats so high

And now they’re old-ass guys, when the life you live

Future’s negative

Afraid to have some kids, cause every tax you get

Bust the guns, the runs, our son’s will take to make capitalist cake

A bake, you in face

Care about the money they make

They sold the world for bookdeals, oil kickbacks

Steel exports, beef extracts

Back scenes lack, the true antidote

Boxed like the Pope, fearing light

Jail without soap on the rope, live without hope

So we live, give out dope to our own people cope

The pain to alert, to the fantasy

Never sell myself short!