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Beenie Man jump on the African Gal Riddim with “Money Friend.”

The dancehall legend debut his first new single “Money Friend” of the new year. The track was produced by Jay Icon Productions and features the Doc deejaying about being keeping his bank account close to his heart. “My real frien’ name start with a “M” with a “Y” at the end / So mi min’ pon mi money and mi money pon mi mind / Well mi nuh have no problem,” Beenie Man sings. Get the full lyrics here.

Even with four decades in the business under his belt, Beenie Man is showing no signs of slowing down. Last year, he released a ton of new hits and toured extensively internationally. Listen his new song “Money Friend” below and leave your comments.

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(Intro)
The purpose of our organization of Afro-American unity, which has the same aim and objective to fight whoever gets in our way and bring about the freedom of these people by any means necessary.

(Chorus)
Yeah, new Malcolm X
By any means, I learned from what I seen
Had a dream, ’til it turned to a nightmare
Martin Luther the king without a queen, nah mean?

(Verse 1)
Nah mean, nah mean?
Still shining in front of the hood like highbeams, yah mean?
It seems, I’m as great as a god
They say I’m the bomb, I got a date with Saddam
As-salamu alaykum, wa’alaykumu as-salam
Cooking turkey bacon but I don’t pray to Allah, nah
Die for it all or live for something
Shit can get disgusting within this discussion
Fuck it, would you risk your life for what you believe in?
The world is cold, at least you wasn’t anemic
They wanna kill me mid-speech, afraid of my truth
A few real niggas left, they hate that I’m proof
My value on demand, niggas can’t ignore it
And if you can’t buy it twice then you can’t afford it
See I’m the man of all this real shit these niggas is claiming
They physically free, mentally living in cages, pray for ’em

(Chorus)
Yeah, new Malcolm X
By any means, I learned from what I seen
Had a dream (had a dream), ’til it turned to a nightmare
Martin Luther the king without a queen, nah mean?

(Verse 2)
By any means, yadda I mean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I had a dream
But it was nothin’ like Dr. King
I know that life is pie, I’m a tiger, I’m pissing on you clowns
Swimming in pussy drunk, pray to god I don’t drown
I’m Mister One Dollar, ain’t got a dollar in my pocket
Pick a coin out the rubble, long travel ropes, I suppose
I expose myself through the music, talking execution
Moves I do, kick dumb flips
Sommersault, mastermind, winter killed spring then summer ‘sault
Summer assault, mash words, mumble talk
I don’t fumble y’all
Look at me rambling as usual
You don’t know what sixteen gunshots will do to you
Two handguns, shotgun user like
Blucko blucko blucko, wasn’t none I could do
I was focused on the movement, wan’ kill me then do it like
We can be the start and the spark of the revolution
Televised through some rebel eyes, hella uncivilized
Dangerous capable individuals and odds, uh
Man, just bring in the pallbearers
All y’all thought we stole from y’all eras
Love them people you call home, equip ’em with long feathers
And make sure they stalk my steps wherever I’m walking, yeah
I’m Malcolm X on the X pill
Dr. King on the jet going to Russia to go see Sweatler
Hope they don’t check us at the customs and the connectors
Or whatever, hope they don’t check us at the customs

(Verse 3)
A lot of guys just overstate the obvious
Cliche niggas from colleges rambling about their consciousness
If you ask me, that’s exactly what the problem is
Politics and ‘Polly want a cracker’ nigga starting shit
I never beg for pardons, it’s the part of lion’s mafia
The horrifying rotting writing revolution army bruh
It’s a struggle with a C or a K
Social worker on the way, you children better behave
And all the Christians want to know if I’m 5 percenting
And 5 percenters want to know if I’m rocking with ’em
And the Hindus want to know which past life is the beginning
And I’m just shrugging my shoulders like my nigga what’s the difference
Still mass murder, I’m Nat Turner on Nat Geo
Who’s lyin’, kill a lion, wear his body like a snuggie
Hot fresh hemoglobin warm the skin of a druggie
And all these fucking fakes around me all pretending they love me
Still any means necessary
Even if it means getting buried
Even if it means getting carried by your closest friends
Rocking gloves at the cemetary
It’s gon’ get ugly, uh

(Chorus)
Yeah, new Malcolm X
By any means, I learned from what I seen
Had a dream, ’til it turned to a nightmare
Martin Luther the king without a queen, nah mean?

(Verse 4)
Inspiration lying naked somewhere on vacation
Your whole crew zombies, no denominations
It’s strictly observation, so why bait you
Inflate you with my nature, put seas and extends like the makers
Won’t have to primate your height and states emergencies
Against the wall, head in your knees, somehow we reached this
I know I was walking eager, something awful lies between us
Probably a siren screamer, sky was falling through my fingers
But you see all of these bombs playing hopscotch so close next to you and me
It kinda got me thinking what is life but chugging ether
And loving people and I know that’s hard for you to see
When I say you I’m scared I’m really just talking to me
I’d rather change the subject, holidays enough sweats
And great sex caused the cardiac arrest
And to make it this far we done hobbled and stepped
I done lost a few queens for these here rap checks
You follow impressed, I’m in the jungles with hacksaws
Pushing the carvan inland for actuals
Holding my nuts on the cavernous as a lantern
Scrambling for the light inside your eyes with the fist of mud
Spend my little yearly earnings on a trip to the Nile
and send me the real searching for the real plug
Pray extension cord extend to Adamsville
Well shit ’bout as solid as a willow in the wind storm
Manning the cannons, handing ’em deaf slips lord
Way before my time, feeling like a stillborn
Under pressure like Freddy and god bless you
If you find yourself sleepwalking in on our session
Or find yourself late sneaking in on God’s lesson
Like you got your homework, couldn’t get the last question

(Interlude)
Excuse me, excuse me miss?
So you, you got your homework?
Couldn’t crack the last question
Ma’am, ma’am
Said you did your homework, I couldn’t get the last question
Damn, ma’am, please, please
Please help me out

(Chorus)
Yeah, new Malcolm X
By any means, I learned from what I seen
Had a dream, ’til it turned to a nightmare
Martin Luther the king without a queen, nah mean?

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I’m still trying to get through my

(chorus)
Well I’m still trying to get through
You’re still my love, love (love)
time will be finally confused
Cause you’re still my love, love (love)
You’re still my love
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
You’re still my love
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby

(Verse 1)
I know better
Know better than to leave my trust in a team?
I know better than to cheat
you deserve the best from me
I’ll always take the lead
I look you taste
I love your wild
I love your confidence
In return I know you need an honest man (honest man)
No more withstanding[?] it just so hard to let you go
You got me so bad, so bad (so bad)
Yeah

(Chorus)
Well I’m still trying to get through
You’re still my love, love (love)
Time will be finally confused
Cause you’re still my love, love (love)
You’re still my love
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
You’re still my love
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby

(Verse 2)
I can lay roses at your feet
Its only more [?] to do than whats on you show [?]
But I want you to want me too
And I could move a lil’ slowly
Slower than usually so you know i’m cool
But I want you to want me too
I can perform magics to make sure magics happens for you
But I want you to want me too
An I’m gonna f*ck you with passion
Jus’ to make you cry magic for you
But I want you to want me too

(Chorus)
Well I’m still trying to get through
You’re still my love, love (love)
time will be finally confused
Cause you’re still my love, love (love)
You’re still my love
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
You’re still my love
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby
I’ve got you my baby

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(Intro)
Fly!

(Verse 1)
Livin’ every day like no tomorrow try my best not to dwell
‘Til my style got the, everything it was swell, well
Most ‘squitos wanna be fly
Once sold like a clerk, not the clarks in my wallabee size
I mean, who other besides us?
Get the honeys, then get buzz like a bumblebee hive
I be high, but I try to behave
This for my fam in the building that be hungry that just try to relate
They try to blame it on our race, that the message relays
Flight on the course to get these chips lines in the air, won’t be gettin’ delays
And I’m the one she put on but turn into first place
And I just confiscate, besides I take it away

(Verse 2)
I’m still tryna get these streets hot
Finger out at each cop
We [?], straight lift until our knees pop
Them higher ups is not f*cking with us
Your chance steep like a ski drop
Crazy if you gotta believe me, I got no problem with grieving
All I gotta do is drop you like a Totem, got no problem with leaving
I’ll escort you from my door step, dorks at the court desk
Say that I’m the source of remorse and your score stressed
Lo siento mami, I slow the tempo hardly
This is your moment where you live all of your scar me
I been defensive but it’s time you get the message
You wanna spiral but it’s time to get progressive
Hit my last girl’s spot, but we done with that ecstacy
You been blessed if you messed with me
I wreck records ’til they rest in peace
Reject if you step to see
Bet

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(Intro)
Yeah
Turn my voice up a little bit
You know I had to do it, I just remade the beat off YouTube
Shout out to the Lex Luger drum kit

(Verse 1)
It’s my revenge!
Diplomatic immunity, f*ck ’em
Backstabbing n*gg*s even for screwing me
Like they just went through puberty, f*ck ’em
Shout my n*gg* Bada$$ for telling them who’s the new Joe in town
Do the Yung Joc motorcycle dance it’s going down
Since rappers tried to claim my lane like I was Lois now
I put this punk sh*t in the zeitgeist double Sex Pistol
Still a threat from a distance like a Korean missile
Hard to be official, you all sound like Youtube remakes
Remade the beat off Youtube though f*ck it, it’s just a mixtape
Go buy a squatty potty, boy you need to get your sh*t straight
I put the African face on my chain like I’m Kunta Kinte
Trendsetter, been better than these Cinderellas
Call me Vino Valentino and the V’s for Vendetta
You hide behind a mask on Twitter and remain anonymous
Fake like it’s all Love And Hip-Hop shows till they push the Joe button and you get punched in your face as a consequence
And jump right back on Live capping with confidence
Famous for putting your hands on women, you can’t be proud of it
Don’t try to f*ck wit me shorty, just stay monogamous
We from polar opposites, I’m from that South pole
Where that pole is always popping sh*t
You more like Papa Doc and sh*t
I see the future like I was at The Shelter
Race wars Helter Skelter
White addicts like Griselda
That’s why my lyrics be blacker than Idris Elba
I feel like I’m the link just like The Legend of Zelda
I really get excited these days
My therapist is tired these days
My brain is wired these days
Me and my dawgs don’t know how to behave, we know how to be paid like the MBA
Not the NBA and the NFL are the new Willy Lynch show ya how to be slaves
Racism exists, ’till Kaepernick plays
Michael Vick is a Uncle Tom saying cut off his ‘fro and make it fade
You should fight the system instead of fighting a dog
Dawg–really, you out your frame n*gg*
Jump around with the white boys like House of Pain n*gg*
Thinkin’ they love you, they stripped you of everything n*gg*
And now these rappers talkin’ about some “gang, gang” n*gg*
You ain’t no gang member, they get paid to protect you
I’m playing FIFA on the corner and you made me finesse you
And with the flow, I’m victorious like David, I’m Beckham
I can peck them at the London function
sh*ttin’ on tape, wiping my rectum, no peseco in my section
This is strictly Ace of Spaces, gold bottle regalia
Golden like I’m Jill Scott, I spit the Gospel Mahalia
At the table with my apostles, taking shots at your area
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Pick a side or you get ate like an octagon
Or decide to stay like Rufus and Chaka Khan
And we put 50k on your face like a pacaran
Watch how quick the minutes tick when you’re runnin’ out of time
Tell Flex drop a bomb, I’m the prodigal son, I gotta shine
Solar eclipse, blind n*gg*s like a dollar sign
Then I Dip with the Roc like when Cam’ron was signed

(Outro)
Woo!
Laughs

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