Fulgurite

[Intro: billy woods] I asked him how it sounded, he said it sounds alright It sounds alright, we're gonna go with that [Verse 1: billy woods] Yo Chaz, peep how they throw rocks and then look for something to do with they hands In the interest of transparency, my house is glass scavenged from hood Chinese spots With a slot for you to slide the cash Found Cinderella’s lucite Block heel in a yellow cab, been looking ever since (ever since) Why else you think I'm in places like this? Death Grips in the champagne room, my house of mirrors got two mortgages You gotta place something at risk, something to bе forfeited, you stand right therе Like teenagers in the orphanage, faces in the window Runaway rhyme schemes Screwdriver in the ignition of a 94 Tempo how I ride the beat Punched out the quarter light It went from "kind of sort of" to "nah that nigga really nice" I write glaciers and iceberg Set 'em adrift under aurora borealis Death, violence, death, violence, death, violence, drug, sex, violence, death Your album a pack of cigarettes, no wonder it’s doing numbers Illegal tints on the whip, I'm trying to see something [Bridge: E L U C I D] 976-555-FAKE 976-555-FAKE 976-555-FAKE Call Now 976-555-FAKE Call now [Verse 2: E L U C I D] All seeing, called and cursed my name in the secret place I'm regulated and disordered Grace for who's afforded Who talked like boomerang I'm moving, I'm moving thangs New phone who dis? Zunga zang, zunga zunga zang Go go somewhere and watch, knowing where I'm not No I just cannot, slowest like that black strap White boys call it abstract, ass backwards No I'm not like the last act Tap dancing, patting pockets, shaking cocktails In a jazz-tron twice forgotten Raise an octave, your heart hostage Who nut for the rapture? Flat-footed and dim Unearthed, rack guns covered hard, covered lost chapter Death cult America, black bird, five-star Tell me how the war taste Show me how your lie work My favorite dissociation My boogaloo is electric I’m from where everybody is mami and papi the babies and everybody I don’t expect the unexpected I check the check again Lord willing and the creep don't rise Their message raps extra cringe I’ve been waiting round the bend with monochrome chatter King of glory, your boy don't scream