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Gold Vs. The Right Things To Do

"Gold Vs. The Right Things To Do" Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

Let me tell you ’bout the ‘ting

Come sit ’round the fire

Me tell you where we come from

Me tell you the story

Some men wanna live like a banker

Fill up the ship then pull up the anchor

Pay the man, dem to come run and take ya

Raas clot chain in a brain wash nature

Joggin’ in y’all clothes to the tailor

Drop leg to the rhythm of the maker

Mash up the bowl to the fassyhole sailor

No rain’ll fall ‘pon Babylon acre

Zinc fence but me mind is a mansion

They must suffer, I will still have a bashment

Hit me with a cross but I’m still here dancin’

Everything cook a curry like a champion

In a jam, but the man, him a jammin’

Original you should come follow fashion

Me already don’ seen what the future hold

Enough gold for the dark arts and the chasms

So big up your chest, like a skin teet in a bad man wagon

No fear me a duppy assassin

Make a wish me a dutchie Aladdin

What them eyes desire for the earth strong

Give thanks to the first gong

Demand word like a bird song

Iya self me a work pon

Me gon tell ya bout the nation

Gravelicious men in them wicked navigations

Small up the slaves and stuff them in arrangement

We the children of the first generation

Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)

Babylon (atat tat tat tat)

Real mama (tat tat tat tat)

Soon forward (atat tat tat tat)

Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)

Babylon (atat tat tat tat)

Downpressed (atat tat tat tat)

Jah bless (tat tat tat tat)

All I got is gold, golden memories

When I think about what you mean to me

All I got is gold, golden memories

When I think about what you did to me

When I think about

When I think about

When I think about

When I think about

When I think about

Respect

Man dem come down from England

Anyone comes for your kingdom

Say ’em got enough Manilla for the yout’ and the gal and the man would you bring some?

Tell ’em why you embark, sit beside me

Say him don’t want the likkle or the feisty

Say him got enough liquor for the trip

Nah worry about a thing now everyone irie

Fuckery, mi nah wan’ fi do it

And the samfie man wan mi fi trade pickney

For a quart, the baldhead must think me foolish

Let me put a cutlass in this nuisance

Why when only in a dream

To the smell and the sound and the screams

And the panic of a captain and a crew that don’t know what to do once a ship comes apart at the seams

Got ’em ship gets pulled to the bottom

By a group of men and women holdin’ ropes

With large hooks on the ends specifically designed for catchin’ boats

Crew in disbelief as they choke

The weight of the chains on the slaves

Pullin’ down on what they think are they graves

Afraid as they sink from the surface of the sea

‘Til a soft voice in the water tells them: “breathe”

Fire burn

Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)

Babylon (atat tat tat tat)

Real mama (tat tat tat tat)

Some follow (atat tat tat tat)

Fire burn (atat tat tat tat)

Babylon (atat tat tat tat)

Damn Prius (atat tat tat tat)

Your bliss (tat tat tat tat)

All I got is gold, golden memories

When I think about what you mean to me

All I got is gold, golden memories

When I think about what you did to me

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