BEGXBORROWXSTEAL

by RA Scion

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released March 9, 2012

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RA Scion Seattle, Washington

RA Scion has been writing, recording + performing since the '90s, most notably as 1/2 of Common Market.
"There is a restlessness in RA Scion, a desire to move outside of usual or secure boundaries. From rural Kentucky to as far afield as Zambia & Greece, he's spent his life reinventing himself and his task in the world. His answers are never easy ones.” – Victoria Farr Brown, Historian and Writer ... more

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Track Name: RA SCION X MTK - BEG
Rock bottom hollerin' - UH!
It starts with the tummy growlin'
Criminal minded and becoming violent
We went from “peace, god” to these guys? (Ok)
Congratulations on that peace prize (Barak, rock)
My pops dropped a nine in the mail
What kind of fool say “a cooler head prevails”
Hammer cock; struck the head on the nail – take a second to pray
Now which of us is puttin’ bread on the table
Salt shaker lost flavor; boss player lost touch
We been chasin’ the same dollar that Zhigge tossed up
Cut the monster, confident she gon’ bleed out quick
With the flood of blood in the street it’s hard to feed our kids
Really how brilly CPR is, when every dog in the pit’s without a heart
Make the music with your mouth; make the money out in Bismarck
Uh, one-two – three .45’s at your back, what you wanna do?

Wah Da Da Da
Wah Da Da Da Da Dang
Listen To that XD
Go! Go! C'mon...

I toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough
Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together
We not eatin…
Bitch, that’s why the fuck I stay trippin’ (Lord, this all we’ve ever known)
We are really bad at resolvin’ conflict
Brothers in arms with them Bronsons, bruh
We not eatin…
Bitch, that’s why the fuck I stay trippin

Given the state of affairs here
I would suggest you exercise preparedness
My people are fearful of terrorists
But terraces is where they is
Assassinatin’ King’s – My god, it’s getting serious
Superiors will swear it’s just an error; there is
Room for all who choose to crawl along the longest line at the mall
And they ain't never seen a shine so full
Howlin’ wolf, moon dogs tipped me off to the law…
Checkin’ in with these inmates
Demonstrates the lack of level development “edumacation” plays
Please, I ain't pokin’ no fun – been on some Hari raps
Lame fuckers, game-huntin ducks with Atari gats
Target practice, accuracy off the charts
Master marksman with a shot to polish off a taller bottle of this (sheeit)
Off the charts
Master marksman take a shot to polish off the bottle

I toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough
Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together
We not eatin…
Bitch, that’s why the fuck I stay trippin’ (Lord, this all we’ve ever known)
We are really bad at resolvin’ conflict
Brothers in arms with these Bronsons, bruh
We not eatin…
Bitch, that’s why the fuck I stay trippin

Wah Da Da Da
Wah Da Da Da Dang
Listen to that (Listen to That)
Go! Go! Go!

They sayin’ “make money money, make money,” what money?
Blood money on the Red Cross, all that flood money
Earthquake money money, quake money comin’ late money
Maybe Drake could front the money, unless he fake… money
G5 plane money;
G8 Federal Reserve – absurd money
20 billion the clean-up of the spill, money
What that say about the waste? Obvious. Lobbyists. Hill money
Skilled money builds money
Viaduct City money; fuck Dirty Diddy Money
Jay money, Kanye and Cudi money – call that G.O.O.D. money
Tax money funneled through The D, not a dollar reached the hood, money
Maybe Shady share Recovery money
And rehabilitate the love-sick – drug money
Pull the plug and let the trickle-down drown us, money
We hungry, this shit is getting ugly (uggh)

Chorus:

I toss and turn like kneadin’ this dough
Broken oven got me hungrier than ever, trynna piece it together
We not eatin
Bitch, that’s why the fuck I stay trippin’ (Lord, this all we’ve ever known)
We are really bad at resolvin’ conflict
Brothers in arms with these Bronsons, bruh
We not eatin…
Bitch, that’s why the fuck I stay trippin