Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

Gravity and distance I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on my now I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good

By the skin of our teeth, now it's killing time Walking stiff let me tall ya' Better left for dead And now we are on a mission Well it's full speed ahead My legion's when we do the crime Let's get one thing straight To get there early is on time And

Don't mess with the missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man A missionary man Well I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill For all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money Piled up to my chin

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the

Castaway-going at it alone Castaway-now I'm on my own I'm on a mission Into destination unknown An expedition Onto desolation road (where I'm a...) Lost and found, trouble bound,

One flesh one bone One true religion One voice one hope One real decision One man, one goal One mission One heart, one soul

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like "Yoo-hoo" with a

One flesh one bone One true religion One voice one hope One real decision One man, one goal One mission One heart, one soul

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled