Vindaloo

[Verse 1: Billy Woods] Somehow he fucked up the count I pocketed difference and bounced See me in the sky dancing No ceilings In for a penny, in for a pound Liquor store door headshot No stealing in broken English White man say he bought the ground The doors show him the fine print Pandora's door was open when she came in Highest I ever got was the bottom of the pyramid Highest I ever got was holding the bag and wondering what if I just stiffed? Flow's like the moon Tide's cold A star in the void, like the more you know Carnie's barkin (yo yo yo) Guess how much black mold your tenement hold Hmm, are the tenants negro? Either way, never much of a scold Not the one to tell shawty, slow your role The kid was keen Made the exception Take it from me, go get that degree He dropped out, got rich as can be Seen him grinning on TV, all I said was, "my G," under my breath Sip tea, it's none of us left Light skinned niggas chucking threes, I wish 'em the best Beyond God's law some exist Summer's tryst turned winter slog That's why you don't invade the USSR Saw son serve it raw, vaping on a hoverboard Genuflected, knees to a king When he gave him his first little necklace [Verse 2: Elucid] If not mine, then whose? That's just the few that made news Proof not seen Why they come for me, though? Freeload, we know (we know we know we know we know we know we know we know we know we know we know we know) Don't play the hero Old school, household smell like soul food Slow stew Spoon over pearl couscous Onion loop, bundled herb Built for comfort not for speed All that with a whole bird plus the giblets Black always with a capital B Work through the years in rap by miraculous means Shackles clink Climbing pineapple trees, why? Please say what I mean (mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, mean) Bask by the Sargasso sea What's gon' be gon' be Riss told me to tell y'all Hopping through the moon roof Looking at self preservation at another level You real bad in your birthday outfit Time costs more now Thaw down Take me to your lizard king Man-child, hand style, pull purse string Gangbang Earth First and the last Is it worth coming back? Accustomed to the culture of cotton And then there was crack [Sample] By that human part, sometimes, I tend to want to suppress. Because, the human part with me might say, Mosia, who killed my daughter in law? I should go and shoot them. The human part might say I must go around looking for the Kleinhans brothers, and shoot them. But the revolutionary in me says, it's over