### EZ MONEY (OLD SKOOL SERMON) by **ThisisBill of Old Skool** [INTRO – SPOKEN WORD / BOSS ANNOUNCEMENT] [distorted guitar hum / vinyl crackle / wind through ruins / distant sirens / echo FX on voice] Heh… Heh… World burned down, but the hustle didn’t (nah) ThisisBill in the ruins, collectin’ what’s owed (you hear me?) Payment is due—you think you ain’t payin’? (ha, man, fuck that shit!) Old Skool don’t wait, we don’t beg, we take it (take it, take it) Ash on the boots, fire in the trunk (vroom, stomp) You breathin’? Then you workin’ (workin’, yeah) The weak hide… the strong rise… (rise up, rise up!) Old Skool never died — we just got louder (louder, louder!) EZ Money fool! (Kool Kool!) This is Old Skool—EZ Money fool! (say what?) Stack it, flip it, bleed it, live it… (live it, live it!) Now listen close — the grind don’t stop, the world don’t pause, And if you think you slid by, I’m comin’ for it. (come on!) [VERSE 1] [engine revs slow / hi-hat tick / faint zombie moan far left] They say the grind is rough, I just grin and get it (get it) Boots in the ash-dust, but the shine still with it (still with it) No rabbit’s foot, no charm, no gimmick— Luck don’t steer this ship when the world’s gone cynic. [gun shell hits concrete / bass drop w/ static glitch] EZ money, that’s Old Skool talk (Old Skool!) Swapped the boardwalk for barricades and chalk (chalk line) Bass in the trunk, engine rumblin’ loud (vroom) Survivors ride shotgun, we don’t blend in the crowd (nah) I don’t chase ghosts, I ghost ’em instead (skrrt) Leave tire-tracks in the wasteland, dust in your head (gone) From the collapse of the towers to the neon night (uh-huh) Still swing that mic like I swing that right (let’s go) They talk grind—boy, I *live* that sermon (live it) Turn sweat to survival, every word a burden (yeah) EZ money, clan tag glintin’ in chrome (bling) ThisisBill of Old Skool—apocalypse made this home (home) [PRE-HOOK CHANT] [crowd stomp / distorted mic feedback / echo loop] EZ Money fool! (Kool Kool!) This is Old Skool—EZ Money fool! (say what?) EZ Money fool! (Kool Kool!) This is Old Skool—EZ Money fool! (yeah!) [HOOK] [guitar slide / kick stomp / faint siren loop fading in] EZ money, yeah we still get paid (still paid) Even when the world fades, we don’t fade away (nah) Old Skool ridin’, no luck, no pray (no prayin’) If you ain’t built strong, get out our way (move) EZ money, blood, rust, and grit (grit) We don’t talk grind, we bleed that shit (bleed it) Fire in the tank, faith long gone (gone) Still singin’ these streets like a funeral song (sing on) [BRIDGE] [guitar feedback / thunder crack / preacher echo FX] This ain’t faith — this is fuel. Every scar’s a paycheck, every loss a rule. (truth) Old Skool’s the creed now (uh), Cashin’ in the chaos, singin’ through the ruin. (amen) [OUTRO] [guitar fades / chain drag / vinyl crackle return] EZ money, no saints, no luck (no luck) Just steel and sweat, and a whole lotta “fuck.” (ha) When the lights went out, we lit our own fire (lit it) Old Skool forever — born from the wire. (forever) [FINAL CHANT – CROWD FADE OUT] [crowd echo / stomp loop / guitar ringout] EZ Money fool! (Kool Kool!) This is Old Skool—EZ Money fool! (Kool Kool!) EZ Money fool! (Kool Kool!) ThisisBill forever — Old Skool rules! (yeah!)
