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    "Penny For a Thought" Lyrics

    Saul Williams

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    Cancel the apocalypse
    Cartons of the Milky Way with pictures of a missing planet
    Last seen in pursuit of an American dream
    This fool actually thinks he can drive his Hummer on the moon
    Blasting DMX off the soundtrack of a South Park cartoon
    Niggas used to buy their families out of slavery
    Now we buy chains and links, smokes and drinks
    They're paying me to record this, even more if you hear it
    Somebody tell me what you think I should do with the money
    Yes, friend, tell me what you think I should do with the money
    Exactly how much is it gonna cost to free Mumia?
    What's he gonna do with his freedom?
    Talk on the radio?
    Radio programming is just that
    A brainwashin' gleamed of purpose
    To be honest, some freedom of speech makes me nervous
    And you looking for another martyr in the form of a man
    Hair like a mane with an outstretched hand
    In a roar of hearts, thoughts, reactionary defensiveness
    And counter intelligence
    What exactly is innocence?
    Fuck it, I do believe in the existence of police brutality
    Who do I make checks payable to?

    A young child stares at a glowing screen transfixed by tales of violence
    His teenage father tells him that that's life, not that Barney shit
    A purple dinosaur that speaks of love, a black man that speaks of blood
    Which one is keeping it real, son?
    Who manufactured your steel, son?
    Hardcore, ancient elements at the Earth's core
    Fuck it, I'mma keep speaking 'til my throat sores
    An emcee told a crowd of hundreds to put their hands in the air
    An armed robber stepped to a bank and told everyone to put their hands in the air
    A Christian minister gives his benediction while the congregation hold their hands in the air
    Love the image of the happy Buddha with his hands in the air
    Hands up and feel confused, define tomorrow
    Your belief system ain't louder than my car system
    Nigga walked down my block with his Rottweiler, a subwoofer on a leash
    Each one teach one
    The DJ spins a new philosophy into a barren mind
    I can't front on it
    My head nods as if to clear the last image from an Etch-A-Sketch
    Something like Rakim said,
    "I could quote any emcee, but why should I?
    How would it benefit me?"
    Karmic repercussions
    Are your tales of reality worth their sonic laced discussions?
    Suddenly, the ground shivers and quakes
    A newborn startles and wakes
    Her mother rushes to her bed side to hold her to her breast
    Milk of sustenance heals and nourishes
    From the depths of creation life still flourishes
    Yet we focus on death and destruction, violence, corruption
    My people, let Pharaoh go
    What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out?
    What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out?
    What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out?

    "How much it gonna cost to buy you out of my mind?
    Penny for a thought, y'all niggas is half steppin' wastin' my time
    Please, nigga what? You talkin to me?
    Please baby, baby, baby can I borrow...baby, can I borrow a nickle, a dime, and
    that quarter?
    Penny for a thought, penny for a thought
    How much will it cost to buy you out of buyin' into a reality that
    Originally bought you?
    Dime a dozen, y'all niggas a dime a dozen
    Penny for a thought, nigga, c'mon, penny for a thought
    Think fast, think fast, c'mon, time is money"

    Time is money, money is time
    So I keep 7 o'clock in the bank and gain interest in the hour of God
    I'm saving to buy my freedom, God
    Grant me wings, I'm too fly not to fly
    I soared further past humans without wings so I soar
    And fine tickling the feathers of my wings
    Fying hysterically, over land numerically
    I am seven mountains higher than the valley of death

    Seven mountains higher than the valley of death
    Seven dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath
    [x12, background]

    We're performing an exorcism on all this keep-it-realism
    Violence, sensationalism
    In the name of the hip-hop that nurtured me, cultured me
    We are ordering all evil entities to exit this body, leave this body
    In the name of microphone fiends and a young boy's b-boy dreams
    We draw you to leave this body, leave this body
    All evil entities, all wannabe emcees
    Decoys, decoys, send in the true b-boys
    The true b-boys be men, motherfuckers
    Be men in the name of Scott La Rock
    In the name of T-La Rock
    Motherfuckers don't remember how to do the Reeboks
    Walk, hop, I told you to leave this body
    Leave this body
    Leave this body
    I told you to leave this body
    Leave this body
    Motherfuckers must think I'm crazy
    Shit, I think y'all motherfuckers is crazy
    I want my fuckin' MTV
    Penny for a thought, nigga, penny for a thought
    The fuck have you bought into?
    This song was submitted on December 11th, 2007 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Hudak-Budak for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Saul Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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