Kool A.D. - Moneyball lyrics

[Intro - Bizzy Bone] "...trust and believe. Oh, my purple homie? (whistles) He keep a turban on." [Verse 1 - Kool A.D] Cashing in chips, dining and dashing and sh** Minding a mansion, shiny, diamonds and ashes and sh** My goals blow in the shells and live hells and heavens for generations at a time, and climb To the next host, the fresh toast, the heat electrical Too hectical, half-ro-futurist, astro-truthfulness Young Fidel Cashflow, using this Music as whatever I really need to use it as Use it as shoes on Shabazz Palace floors That we grew callouses upon once, an old tome I did once In a cold road, the kid jumps I mean, a cold room, the kid jumps The walls and sees all the ill desert creatures and devils beyond that I reach beyond raps But it's still rap though, it's just that though But if they bust then I'll bust back though Regardless, any situation, I'm hard as... A motherf**er, come on, fight me, yeah Nah wait, but do you like me though? sh**, hold up, hold up... you ready? Check it out, yo The revealer, handicap favors the dealer The hand that feeds, um, favors the overeater Cops wanna kick you like a bill to hand over your heater Schools demand overachievers abandon the beliefs of their families and leave them stranded In bland soliloquies of snitches who would call their fam Philistines, n***a please Funny, hella books on ecology be k**ing trees Ends is the ends, but the means is still the means And sh**, my jeans were probably made up in the Philippines By a little kid who would k** to live as ill as me or some sh** Man, I'm dumb, I don't read enough Some don't eat enough, food should be free, what up? It used to be, when it was growing on the trees and stuff [Outro - Kool A.D.] I'm an idiot, what's up? I'm an idiot, what's up?