[Intro: E L U C I D]
(How does it go?)
I woke up, thinkin' about this, this planet bein' wiped away (Well)
Not, maybe not the planet 'cause, 'cause the Earth takes care of itself, but
But us
And then, uh, I turn on the radio and, heard-heard Russia was finna send rockets to space to, blow up satellites
Knock out power grids in
Here (Uh)
I suck my teeth and kiss wrist
[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
Seven horrors of Babylon
Scratched in the palm of a vagabond
Matter and form
I'm at where I belong
Dedicated to babies who came feet first
James Byrd, drag along
Back 'em off, blasted arm
Shrapnel gloss, glass and steel thunderclap, run it back Gotham
Necessary toxins, block bent
Jot what I feel as my heart’s spent
Commonwealth, livin' wages, human income
Whichever way the wind front
Earth either in a pair of velvet creepers, like body Dreamwork
Spirit weaver do your research
Every bar is a keyword, not either
Kill up the rework, loop back and reverse, until
New unexpected patterns with the intention to destabilize language to really get at the core of what's happenin'
Tools of war plus sacrament
Take, eat this my body! Take, eat this my body
At the mercy of forces that can be explained, extrapolated and feared
No, we don't say that word around here
No, we don't say that word around here
Mark on the door is home spared
Poems, prayers
Was it a hoax or did they really disappear?
My folks been more than aware
Year, after year, after year, after year, after year, after year, after year
[Sample]
We all thrive out here, player (ahah), player
[Interlude: billy woods]
Well said, it's here here
Well, I, for one
[Verse 2: billy woods]
A long and storied history of fake thuggin' (KG)
Wasn't around for boss mean muggin'
2Pac went to art school, but look at the grave they dug him (M-m)
And then you shoot your cousin (M-m)
Six feet deep 'fore you realize you dug it
Rats with the cat drug in, beloved
On the headstone, but she at home dug in
Stock bones piled in the pot, bubblin'
Effort'ly dance from swings of the truncheon
She said, "I'm not fittin' to have a drug dealer for a husband
End of discussion," and it was (It was)
Regardless, the racket, Slazenger
Dark, it's the fifty-seven passenger
Dungeon walls was his calendar
Lucy in the Sky was the Challenger
A balance in all things, yes
Still half-surprised, half-impressed at who still cashin' checks
Like, who the fuck still smokin' shwag sess (Who?)
Smilin' in hospital bed wearin' a vest, nigga sick
They really want it to be '96
Talk about trauma
And if that blew up, they come to your talk with the Llamas
[Interlude: E L U C I D]
Year, after year, after year, after year...
[Outro: billy woods]
Just from the sou-, from the sound of the doors, my ear
My ear was detuned
