A $ONG OF $IX PENCE (feat. Orion & NoEmotion GoldMask)

Verse 1: Money Mogly

Howl at the moon... feel them echoes in your soul

The ripples hit the edge and make X's and O's

Holy geometry made by a crook, ironically

Been at it since rebel ins would bomb atomically

Sonically a perfect katana that cut pottery

Phonically... whale song in space sayin' follow me

Don't know what is, them bangin' beats bring it outta me

I just hope my people a lil' proud of me

Big wolfy gang like I ain't fucked up for a minute

Nothin' to show but scars and broken hearts, you know the business

Surprised I made it this far, swear I made this shit hard

One day I made a choice and said fuck it, I'm finished

No bowl of spinach, ya boy Popeyed ya top five

Locked eyes with ya bitch, let her sick duck, now she cockeyed

My God, them wolves on a whole different level, ain't it

Pictures they painted goin' for 7.95

While I... chef up another batch, bitch, voilà

Kurogawa hand style taggin' up the Wawa

Impala on spokes, big oak for the side-eye

Lil' bags of Lady Gaga, check for crackers through my Pradas

A song of six pence tryna shimmy till it drop

Stole a show and got pennies for my thoughts

Big Miami-Dade where nothin' can save ya

Work overtime and spend twenty on a watch

Chorus: Money Mogly

Sing a song of six pence

A bottle fulla rye

Four and twenty black birds

With tomorrow in their eye

The clock struck thirteen

Borrow time when you die

The night turned to day

Ridin' rockets in the sky

Sing a song of six pence

A pocket full of rye

Four and twenty black birds

Stuffin' hollows in the fire

You can tell the storm comin'

When there's sorrow in the sky

My past eludes me and my tomorrows try to hide

A song of six pence

A pocket fulla rye

Who the fuck wanna die for they culture, it is I

Verse 2: Orion

I ain't got a call from some friends in a while

So some days it's all just pretend when I smile

And even if I picked the phone up and showed up

Ain't nobody on that other end when I dial

It's crazy when you watch your day one move funny

Zero tolerance, tell a **** move from me

There ain't gon' be nothin' left that you can do for me

No new friends, whole lot of new money

This shit heavy, but I really try to keep it light

I paid dues and I did it at a decent price

Them boys cosplay real with a secret life

I lost sleep wonderin' how **** sleep at night

I wish the Roc Boys would reunite

I wish the Hot Boyz would reunite

I think them Lox boys did it right

But I know how the story goes

Every time a door close

I get closer to the key to life

Chorus: Money Mogly

Sing a song of six pence

A bottle fulla rye

Four and twenty black birds

With tomorrow in their eye

The clock struck thirteen

Borrow time when you die

The night turned to day

Ridin' rockets in the sky

Sing a song of six pence

A pocket full of rye

Four and twenty black birds

Stuffin' hollows in the fire

You can tell the storm comin'

When there's sorrow in the sky

My past eludes me and my tomorrows try to hide

A song of six pence

A pocket fulla rye

Who the fuck wanna die for they culture, it is I

Verse 3: NoEmotion GoldMask

They always ask why you never wear your sad mask

Always ask why you never wear your sad mask

They always ask why you never wear your sad mask

Always ask why you never wear your sad mask

It's like asking Mad Max why is he always dehydrated

Blowing gas on the road more than Miles Davis

When I die, I hope I remain one of your favorites

Mogly, Orion, NoE have the same playlist

Way too many projects just like black neighborhoods

Finish digesting pig before you live in great whites

So patient waiting for your floaties in this deep conversation

I'm convinced it's because my bones are dense

It's not fair, forcing a polar to eat a panda's diet

The polar opposite should never attract

Whenever I dream, my phone never exists

Need to open a bank account, too many nightmares about home invasions

There's nothing worse than being horny and hungry

Gettin' bread by eatin' out women with yeast infections

At least I'm no longer gettin' bullied by cowboys

It seems to be utterly bullshit

Milking profit from people that cannot lactate

Do not wait, invent your future by creating it

A weak man becomes a woman to win Olympic gold

No amount of semen in your butthole can create a soul

Horsing around about abortions, get off your high horse

Cannot wait for outer space intercourse

Look at my mask, it's golden. Don't ask who am I, NoEmotion