Foreign Beggars - Monolith lyrics

[Hook] We're covert, trying to figure out these crazy days While they [?] our movements in shady ways I heard money talks Get it if you can It's full force on a course f**ing up their plans We're covert underground guerrilla militia Prohibition cashflow, we triple the figure I heard money talks Get it if you can With your middle finger to the man [Verse 1] They want us all on lockdown, locked up, or locked jawed Edging closer to that drop off the top floor (Watch!) Scrutinize my moves out the camera angles Laughing while I finger at this noose in which a man's entangled And every step's a stone throw from the gallows I'm cold to the marrow, throwing quotes from the shadows Saw hell up a rabbit hole — it winds and it's narrow You can call me many things but don't call me paro As I figure how to cover my tracks now that I'm older Slipping through the government cracks, the rebel soldier- Steady sipping out some undescript flasks, I'm seldom sober Broadcasting out of the lab until it's over It's a cold night out, bumpers to keep your wits about I'm getting closer to a blizzard now How we're trapped up in this system even though it's in its last days Trying to spread a message so I scribble on a vast page [Verse 2] Painstaking, we're at the forefront gunnin' bu*terflies deep in the cut, we touch nothing Stay covert, black ops mess clouds the senses Minds eye rooting escape powers we're blessed with Be certain traps, but we're conditioned to believing Money is the surefire path to life's freedom Money is the tree, the fruit for we eat from Money is the route to our demise, yet we need it But do we really? But who am I to question? They're telling us to never stand out, to pay attention Be another face in the crowd Not to mention — that we're living life Eyes wide shut, crown the dead man The iceman cometh, bissect the monolith Revolution is the old man's bed, f**ing college kid Clones of the archetypal, progress is hindered Personal gain — one foot in the grave, Lord forgive us [Verse 3] Yo, vault your circle in the trophy Let's lock down the currency Merkel and Sarkozy Murder in the first degree, nothing cosy They all fought down a pocket full of posies Oppose me? No I'm a general, salute me The truth be nothing but the truth absolutely You ain't really real, you're more like a movie I'm hoodish, I broadcast documentary footage Man, goodness gracious, monopolize the papers Next thing they're toppling the scyscrapers Triple darkness, double agents, single currency The hand of globalisation They got the kids in training, goldeneye It's like tinker, tailor, soldier, spy We're trying to trace the call, hold the line They're all watching the clock but they don't know the time [Hook 2] It's a cut-throat fight for the power Hustle for the money, but I never have time So, now I need more firepower [?] the blood-money, going out for what's mine It's a cut-throat fight for the power Hustle for the money, but I never have time So, now I need more firepower [?] the blood-money, going out for what's mine [Hook] We're covert, trying to figure out these crazy days While they [?] our movements in shady ways I heard money talks Get it if you can It's full force on a course f**ing up their plans We're covert underground guerrilla militia Prohibition cashflow, we triple the figure I heard money talks Get it if you can With your middle finger to the man