Native Sun

[Verse 1: Elucid] Ex-hustler returning home looking for skin fades on credit No second chances to make first impression Previously invested in death to the fifteen year stretch Mark new progression, blessings, feeling almost extraterrestrial Stranger in a foreign land once called home Still cynic with a familiar essence Fresh eyes with a outdated frame of reference Trying not to stress it, somewhere down the line Shift flip [?] fuzzy head trip Placed under further review, lens corrective Grand conspiracy suggested, anger projected All valid points connected, nest egg stash [?] frustration when he left it Without valid identification Even the most noble of servants turn desperate Under-qualified slash body record Raw deal most resort to draw steel Steel saw pus infected, Goliath efforts Walk the line on shore where first step led A changed man, callous hands stack brick By brick thicks, hire three-dollar Mexican on some shit No disrespect intended, just authentic tension Everybody need a dollar, forty-seven years old Can’t stand to live with my mama Chipping in on the phone bill But I ain’t trying to burden y’all with my problems [Verse 2: Billy Woods] Riding dirty, Tour de France Flat feet nimble, we do our dance Get caught with all them plants? You got a Chinaman’s chance Shit-eating grin comin' out the opium den Show em my hands Vice squad, cattle prod Night stick, closed fist They kept it analog Tactical narcotics left the township battle scarred Up close, I can smell lard and firehoses Avoid the station house Wonder Showzen Don’t get your people chosen like rollcall in boullevard The great wide open, die for what you believe in? Didn’t have the guts, I was on the first thing smoking Kilimanjaro snow on conjugal flows, Nigerian email You already know, layovers in Lagos Attaché case cuffed to the wrists I got a message for Smokey and you ain’t him *motherfucker, I said gimme the message* They ol' piney was too smart by half In response, tipped his hat and raised the glass Rombo in Africa, I blaze the path Bono in Africa, I need his math Woods proudly pimping where the water ain’t fit for drinking White slavery aspirations? Hit Charlize Theron, Spear of the Nation You thought not? What nigga don’t got a little Bigger Thomas in his brain box I ate rocks, sipped ashes She beg for the whip and call me massa