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Artist: Mos Def
Song: Fake Bonanza

[Verse 1:]
Flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature
I can't remember being this bored
Fake bonanza, become real wars
Bullets burn through the candy on the driver side door
Long investigations and no firm lead, billion dollar flow
And black life is still cheap
Where rent skyrockets and job prospects plummet
Ten murders, ten days, this summer
Talk about today's mathematics, a eighth, an O, a ki
And the caliber on your ratchet
The inmate number, a centerfold's measurements
As close as a cold cell come to some tenderness
I heard them say it was all about the Benjamins
I don't believe it now, didn't believe it then, fuck wutcha heard
You believe wutcha want, the truth is what it is, it be what it been
Get rich, shorty just tryna live
Don't believe in heaven and ain't tryna get in
And hell is everyday, fuck the world anyway
Potion to sip, spark up a clip, FADE AWAY!

The low lights, tree top heights
Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights
Land mines be disguised as welcome signs
I'll repeat it so you ain't got to press rewind
The land mines be disguised as welcome signs
Black fresh from Iraq, a wild look in his eyes, missing part of his arm
What the fuck is the problem!? Ohh lord! Fake Bonanza!

[Verse 2:]
Gladiator, circus world
Glamour, pussy, pimp, ho goods and service world
Paranoid, itchy trigger nigga nervous world
Shade-tonic natural order in reversal world
The ipod, no God, zero circle world
The blow-a turtle world, smoke from the purple world
The killer murder world, hamburger murder world
Open twenty-four hours, all about them dollars
Pretty poison in pork sausage
Cold coffee and more coffins, fake bonanza [x2]
Huh? What? I don't understand ya!
What they talking bout save they soul, ohh lord, save they soul!
Help them reach the goal, peace! [x4]
You know, peace [x3], boogieman! Don't be scared
Ohh lord, save they soul [x2] Ohh lord, save my soul [x2] Please