Icicle feat. Skittles (Problem) - Syndicate
Money ain't the answer
It's the problem
Growing up with nothing
Something makes you
Want to rob them
So you watch the olders
And learn the trade
Anyone'll do anything
If they're gettin' paid
You grab the weight
Dish it out
Wash your hands
Wait about
Run 'em down
Knock 'em out
Get paid
Get out
Money hungry monsters walk
Among and rob the youngsters
They ran your country
Before your hunger
Come down to numbers
Nuff skulduggery grave digging
They should've hung us
How come I'll be hungry
When that's among us
In vast abundance
Struggling currencies nothing
If you'be been nothing
You're rough
Struggling people are equal
But they ain't evil enough
Of course more want more
More force more law
More war more mon'
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Run 'em down
Knock 'em out
Get paid
Get out
I don't wanna vote no party
I don't wanna play no part in it
All I want to do is party
And I ain't got a problem startin' it
Seventeen you're better dead
Need a thinking cap
And a metal head
If you wanna eat
Then you better beg
It sounds evil when it's said
Nine hundred million put to bed
Forty billion what about unfed
And I ain't no mathematician
But spending trillions on ammunition
Sort of suggests that
You're in a position
To help with the living conditions
Of those that are in the divisions
That can't have admission
To better positioning
Innit
Run 'em down
Knock 'em out
Get paid
Get out
Money ain't the answer
It's the problem
Growing up with nothing
Something makes you
Want to rob them
So you watch the olders
And learn the trade
Anyone'll do anything
If they're gettin' paid
You grab the weight
Dish it out
Wash your hands
Wait about
Run 'em down
Knock 'em out
Get paid
Get out
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Problem robbed 'em
Run 'em down
Knock 'em out
Get paid
Get out
I don't wanna vote no party
I don't wanna play no part in it
All I want to do is party
And I ain't got a problem startin' it
Seventeen you're better dead
Need a thinking cap
And a metal head
If you wanna eat
Then you better beg
It sounds evil when it's said
Nine hundred million put to bed
Forty billion what about unfed
And I ain't no mathematician
But spending trillions on ammunition
Sort of suggests that
You're in a position
To help with the living conditions
Of those that are in the divisions
That can't have admission
To better positioning
Innit
