Kevo - The Gilded Age lyrics

[Verse 1: Jinocide] When I rap I handle sentences like I'm a felon I know it's a fact that money talks and so I've got to tell em I'll without a doubt put out my album if my product sells then In this all new modern era I'm the John d. Rockefeller Made fifties and a hundreds with a mixtape You solicit us grants if we've Ben Frank I'm a JP Morgan mortician cuz I'm very morbid and bury dead presidents in banks Get paid, then we pa** on I pull aks until each mans armed And I pull aks with each hand drawn I'm an ace and king but a thief and con How could you fold when the pot is loaded Preach when I speak so I rock the pulpit They stole my flow but I caught the culprit Got a Glock in my pocket I'm locked and loaded Toxic flow you're just not as potent I got the dough and my watch is golden I bought and sold til my stock exploded Then rose to the top with the profit motive [Verse 2: j-man] J-man like Jay Rock I'm hustling shaded by money trees J-man like J Cole I'm spitting writtens straight out NC J-man like Jay-Z I'm getting women say outcha league J-man like Dre hit the brakes then broke the rap industry Now I come back, attack, and I shut it down Never saw it coming went from one to a hunna thou I'm the cash cow like they mad cows run around Epidemic my polemics on many any clown Voorhees, Jason, know my identity Give ultimatum cuz I'm Bourne with supremacy Linked like Genevieve bars of omega 3 I can take crap take back from enemies hegemony [Verse 2: Jinocide] Jin spitting toxic as gin with the tonic We wreck em with rhetoric hit em with logic [Verse 2: j-man] It's too far to stop so addicted to profit I'm having withdrawals while makin deposits [Verse 2: Jinocide] They say I'm the boss of a dangerous business I'm k**ing the flow it remains on my hit list [Verse 2: j-man] I'm making a k**in' its Makin' a livin I talk to the teller and tell her my checklist They checking me out when im puttin the check in And pay me with interest by paying attention [Verse 2: Jinocide] My mind in the future I rap reminiscent I'm here and Im giving the gift of the present [Verse 2: j-man] Current with my flow get electrical injury Fists stay wrapped feel my rap delivery Hit the post, blood on the door that's history Now I Pa**over to the first Bourne mystery [Verse 3: Dub-Eazy] What's the difference I own money y'all are slaves to it and You know I get paper til I'm running out of paper clips Who'd a thought it'd happen that my rappin finally made me rich and So I know I'm only making dollars when I'm making cents Cuz I watch for the fakes Counterfeit dudes getting caught and replaced And all those who hate will most often be faced with The god-awful fate that they ought to await Everyday I'm the boss when I walk in the place And I'm taking the game in a confident way If you talking or mocking I'll rob you I'm making A lot every day as I pocket the wage [Verse 3: j-man] I build the guilded age Til my bank account looks like William Gates' I stay spitting flames so I'm still ablaze Spill syllables until they fill the page [Verse 3: Dub-Eazy] My sk**'s amazing, I'm still the greatest Got bills to pay but I will get paper I k** the stage from Chapel Hill to Vegas Got a flow so ill that I'm still contagious [Verse 3: j-man] And it takes sk** all the things we do Importing beats and recording these tunes Show sold out can't afford previews Step to me you'll need more than redos We get green from sea to sea too All you loser dudes are see through Drop new bars bout things that they knew The three new kings of East a beast crew