Retrophin (Crash Chambers II) [feat. Solomon Childs]

Yeah, yeah You know they say money wins wars I believe soldiers win wars Introducing Shaka Amazulu Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends Pee-wee Herman clone rest in hell the sermon is blown Millions cash can't save you now in cern with the bones Raised the price on AIDS pills it's been determined you cloned Guaranteed you get raped the cop hearing you moan Laugh now you cried later filthy spoons dirty showers Rumours has it you didn't go to sleep your first 30 hours Prison is a living nightmare for nerdy cowards The lifers gonna turn you to a bitch murdered your power Yacubs grafted Gods gift the odds switched 5 Percenters waiting for you do you worst than OZ flicks Hard life it's no Wells on the yard prick In the book you write don't exclude the pain from hard dick Wu forever I hope Ol' Dirty spirt haunt you I pray they make you cell with Killa Sin just to taunt you Cool aid on your lips you getting pimped the savage flaunt u I guess you thought the clan was the joke beware the Bronx zoo Karma is a bitch served better when it's cold I prophesize a suicide letter cause your soul Born diluted less than 1 third of the bold You hating integration now put em in the hole Martin 20 million bucks can't get your pardon You got the Carter 5 huh? but now you starving Surrounded by the ghouls and goblins into Robin You begging for a heart from the wizard like Judy Garland Bon voyage the grim reaper lurking now you praising Niggas Every night in your sleep you see the Gravediggas Poltergeist you betrayed by socialites Now the albums up for sale you can't even focus right Hocus Pocus aside from money it was more to life Now the inmates got you washing dirty boxers pouring ice The tables turned made you walk the hot sand the fables burned Receive the same death that Able learned Steven King horror story no more fashion labels yearned Your mum should have had your cradle burned Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends Yeah, see the moral of the story is stay in your own lane Dont let peer pressure take you out your lane Cos you can perpetuate outside your lane but when them real gangstas come for you You gotto answer up