Fool's Gold feat. Open Mike Eagle, Moka Only, & Elucid

[Open Mike Eagle]

I once played the fool at a DOOM show

Really thought it was him cause I stood back a few rows

Angry people threw bows and crushed a few toes

It was like a live production of the emperor's new clothes

Promoter/rappers book me gigs at new venues

You get there and there's just a few menus

A fucking employee rocking a grin like a Cheschire Cat

And Im wearing a jester hat

Sitting there watching him cut up pepperjack

Rap fans on the net are the fucking biggest ones

Steady letting babyfaces mark "˜em for hit and runs

A bunch of fool players

Learning new prayers

None of em showing you

How to be your own soothsaying oracle

At least take turns like a two-player portable

Play the mark or play the carney

Stay in the dark or host the party

Write the play or play in the park like a child, shit

I be watching soul school like an old fool

All up in the wrong castle like Mario and Toadstool

I'm from the Blowed, fool. Its also a pronoun

Bought the deed to some land in a southpole snowtown

[Moka Only]

Fool me once,shame on you

Fool me twice, im lame..cats is nice with the game

In this record lane...NOT!

Still i manage to get strung along once i brung a song

To the tabletop and had it flop

Wasn't for the lack of opportunity knocking

Just a lot of empty promises and halfhearted talking

Even paperwork dont seem to hold a lotta water

Never seeing sales reports

Or reports of my slaughter in retail land

Ive tried to expand

Done a lot for the cause but the rebel gets slammed doors

Never opening after initial work

Promoters holdin out on the dough

I'm thinkin this will work

Everytime I sign on the line

At least try to flex optimism

And see the shine I get idle text

One of these days I may really wake up

But for now they keep foolin til my band break up and thats tough

[Billy Woods]

I booked the same room as our first date/relieved

Finally no need to lie about working late/nervously pace

Looking in the mirror/you look great

Easily ten years younger

I could be thirty-eight

Petals on the duvet I picture her face

After years of roses on nightstands

When I take her hand

And say you could be an honest woman

I'll be your man

One finger to her lips [shhhhh]