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Dollaz & Sense

Blakroc
2009

RZA
Pharoahe Monch
The Black Keys


The Black Keys



[Intro]

(RZA)

Yeah, yo, Zig-Zag-Zig, Zig, uh
Zig-Zag-Zig, check, uh
Aw man, this is very scary
Bza-bza-bza-Bobby, not the ordinary
Hehehehe, you won't hear that bullshit, yeah
Ayo, just turn the beat up a little bit
I'ma tell 'em what I was tryna tell 'em
You got me? Oh, man, Joe

(RZA)

Like Tony Starks, make me throw your ass in the Cobra Clutch
Your man watch as your whole head opens up
Sober up, baby, it's the Bob Digi
You throw darts in the air that flow like a Frisbee
While niggas frost bitten, glass full of Kristy
Love my wiz, but y'all dust niggas miss me
I'm bionic, my chronic drowned in Digi juice
My fist smashed since Bruce, you better flow the truce
No excuse, the black man must stand up
Time to make the Wu sign, throw both of your hands up
You see me in a Maserati Gran Turismo
Up in the club, my beat got more sub than Quizno
Mama, that's the business, I'ma give this
Creep the 10 digits, fuck that, before I witness
Walk in the prints of a Prince
If it don't make dollar, nigga, then it don't make sense

[Chorus]

(The Black Keys)

If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense
No, no, yeah it don't make sense

(Pharoahe Monch)

Check it out, when I rhyme, we can bounce
Pharoahe Monch in your area
I see dead people when I spit with my sixth sense
My sixteen with six sentences that make sense
Which means, that inflict pain that's intense
I got brains backstage, I've been rhyming since
Sing a song of six pence, pocket full of ride
New roads, found your road 'til I die
Toss bricks French, Dutch marks in the sky
My shades is black, my boots is fly
Rock and roll, I loose control
Fuck the white ones, The Black Keys got so much soul
While you come off of the bunch
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Don't make dollars, then it don't make sense, yo
The mean to make sense
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

[Chorus]
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