Moneylenders Armand Hammer & The Alchemist

[Verse 1: billy woods]
I tried being the RZA, I tried to help
Now it’s more like Fidel, I need a island to myself
It’s a ill wind but it’s all in my sails
The first freedmen let the cane rot in the fields
Jean-Jacques Dessalines chained em back to the wheel
It’s really not about how you feel
It’s points on the package, vigorish on the action
Millions and millions of fractions, fractured
Black bodies boiled into molasses
You could sell me as a slave, I’ll still be ya master
That’s centrifugal force, I’m a cynical bastard
Lookin for an honest man, handgun in hand
Talk about justice, but when it’s just us they do the Running Man
Small axe chop ya money tree
Deface the currency, currently
You standin in my sum, my run-on sentences run concurrently
Never had it like that so it don’t worry me
Dem No Worry We
Super Cat in front Super Power Records, that’s how you curry beef

[Chorus: billy woods]
Both feet on the ground, but it's money in the sky
It's no money down, but that interest is high
Revolutionary rhetoric, but you sellin' a lie
The music got hidden messages like traps in the ride