Talib Kweli - Money Good lyrics

It's not so much a business where you make a lot of money but if you enjoy the business then the money comes. But if you're looking for the fast, instant kind of famous and money it's going to be boring to you because it doesn't happen quite like that {Yeah, yeah... [?]} [Verse 1:] When the money come it's sweet as a honeybun But when the money gone they hide like a honeycomb They tell you get your education n***a, go to college They colonizing your mind like Rhodesia What you, a Rhodes scholar? They never tell you that degree is just a receipt You be paying off them loans til you're 6 feet deep Peep In my environment every snitch gon' have to die You ask me why Cause my entitlement is American as apple pie It's hard to get a check, it's easy to get in debt Then get it wet You could get a little head for a little bread That sh** is dead Get by, get over You gotta get ahead or be back in the shelter by 12 so you can get a bed The conditions you raised in is preyin on your decision-making You concentrating on that short paper The broad paper, that hard candy, that jaw breaker The dark side of the force pay for that Lord Vader [Chorus:] How you tell a n***a from the hood? We on the Dirty, Sexy Money like Blair Underwood My money good [x4] Can't touch it It's only human to want to look Money talk My sh** be tellin everyone to shhh My money good [x4] [Verse 2:] The millionaire musician a fairly recent phenomenon Before there was [?] musicians performing on the street corners Out in the deep forest The city drop the beat, the night air sing a sweet chorus The trees lean toward us in order to take in the CO2 that we let out and convert it into oxygen Every time you blow a breath out you start the cycle again Recycle the wind, spin it any way you want it It's priceless, this life is a blessing No matter how you slice it or dice it, you can grill it like a swordfish A beautiful mind, the bars gorgeous I know I'm a suspect When I'm walking and the streets is like my office We the working cla** artists They wishin that we was porpoise But I know my worth Tell em to make an offer of gold first I'm in the fight of my life and I'm taking the whole purse Soul search For getting paid for creating the cold verse Got the money on my mind Tryna escape and it don't work Church [Chorus]