My warfare is mental I do more damage with a pencil Making dollars legal like daddy did Comprehend, amigo? If wishes were fishes We'd all cast nets If money were honey We'd all be stung If greed were a need We'd all be crushed If fame were an aim We're set to lose Scheming and dreaming Back in town New disk is beaming Rhyming and stealing Beats taking the heat I carry no weapon Just said son I pack no gun There is no challenge Have no equal So many stories You gotta make a sequel This is the end, my friend This is the end, my friend