by Lloyd Banks on album Mo Money In The Bank 4: Gang Green Season (Mixtape)

[Donald Trump:] Lloyd Bank$! {*echoes}* How get about that? Look at me I'm still hittin' my little range y'all...

by The Jelly Jam on album Profit

I try to help but things get out of hand For some reason I try to tell the truth but they react like I have Spoken treason I reach to lift the veil that shows the profit Eating up our nation The siren

by The Jelly Jam on album Profit

There is a stain on the Sun It could be trouble for everyone As we drift along in space To the drone of the commonplace Do you think about it Do you ever think about it Tighten up your grip And pray

by The Jelly Jam on album Profit

Mr. Man would you let me get past you would you let me through I gotta get to the end of the hallway Just let me get by you Mr. Man why you holdin' up your hand What did you say to me I'll just keep

by The Jelly Jam on album Profit

[For the first time a few listen. They gather their voices as one to encourage Those Who Will Not See to have hope... but time is short] Yeah, I know it's the last thing That you wanna hear I know it

by The Jelly Jam on album Profit

I walked up and stood at the edge of the view And I looked around We took in the curve of the massive horizon And the lives on the ground I didn't know what to say I had to ask anyway Tell me how wil

by The Jelly Jam on album Profit

It was feeling kind of strange We glided out of range We were moving on Past the point of no return We stood and watched it burn 'Cause we were moving on The words bounced right off you And no matte

by The Jelly Jam on album Profit

[The local community turns against The Prophet and his Followers. He is run out of town. As the Followers disperse to hide, The Prophet hears that The Profiteers are killing Followers in Memphis. He w

by The Prosecution on album At the Edge of the End

Profit contribution for a wage we're working hard profit distribution but some of them don't play their part we must create confusion to keep ‘em working for our cash if there's no solution there wi

by Decrypt on album Holy Erotic Rapture

Profit from disciples Theories are recycled Force fed indecision Memorizing what was said Unasked questions in your head Religious cancer in your mind Spreading tumor, not benign Profit from discipl

by Butcher Boy on album Profit In Your Poetry

I know who you could be, an innocent who will save me. I know who you could be, another boy who will wake me. Haphazard dentistry and stars will fill me up. And it sounds funny when we kiss, like wa

by Butcher Boy on album Profit In Your Poetry

Yesterday when I was blind I could anticipate the early warning signs. The shiver when you talk to me, the rigour in our smile. Is there a better place to start? To pioneer a new technique in martial

by Butcher Boy on album Profit In Your Poetry

Lying next to me you smell like places I've not been but that's OK, I wouldn't want it any other way. If I can shut my eyes and knit your fingers into mine and feel OK, I wouldn't want it any other wa

by Butcher Boy on album Profit In Your Poetry

I'm so happy to see that you've grown so tall. And you can write to me and tell what's so wonderful about the sickle on my knee. It means the world to me to see you fall asleep, the feel your breathe

by Butcher Boy on album Profit In Your Poetry

Listen, please don't close your eyes. I don't know how I know what you're thinking but I've ever felt so far away. Blood is chiming bells through you but listen, that's OK 'cos I'm frightened too and

by Butcher Boy on album Profit In Your Poetry

These hands grip fabric, enamel and plastic, they chew and they bite. These eyes are shining, dilated and blinding, they catch in the light. I can't breathe but I'm so sad when you're asleep. You see

by Butcher Boy on album Profit In Your Poetry

I'm screaming in my sleep, I'm tired of the cool contempt of irony. These scenes disturb my dreams, the words you whisper to me don't mean anything. My lips are black, and you can laugh but trouble c

by Beneath the Massacre on album Mechanics of Dysfunction

Profit has no limits. The invisible hand, the icon, we now can put a face on it. One day you’ll feel the pain you perpetuated all your life. Business based on sufferance. The blood, the blood, the t

by Rendo, B.T & VI on album PM to da AM

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by Mountain Man on album Two (EP)

Profit meets the promise of the holy. Will you find god in time? The streets are littered with blind dogs carrying the thawing snakes. The numb brothers lie, rusting away. Cast away. Salt will no