Testi:
Bars Of Gold Of Gold

Living it up In an apartment Living it up By a convenient store It was thorn in my side It was a thorn It was a carpenters line It was a thorn Deliver

Head to the suburbs where the income is salt A wall of history for keeping them hounds out I got a secret I got a secret Kicked right out of hideouts

Doctors and the lawyers Or the business men Keep me crawling on the floor with my head in my hands Like a rhino on the street touching everyone Or like

Cannibals" Send "Cannibals" Ringtone to your Cell Theres a car on the side of the road burning slowly like a candle Like a candle in the night shedding

6 niggas in a Sea Breeze I flow so sick and won't sneeze [? ] with no cheese Rap Gs Rubberband one hand I part your gold teeth J Dilla my nigga I call

[Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!"] [3 bars of drum beats] [Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!"] [Verse One: MC Serch] Real cool.. cause Brooklyn's cool

school I'm Raydar Ellis nice to meet you show busting my styles Egocentric, egotripping with frequent flashed smiles [Esoteric:] You want to set it on us? We got gold

hands to the beat..." "Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..." "If you came tonight, and you feel all gold Somebody say HOOOOOOOO

greed You're a slave to property so tell me how am I supposed to envy you Luxury consumes you in your self-made cage in your prison where the bars are made of gold