[Intro: Breeze Brewin]
Could it be that there is some
My brother's words
Something else inside the rab—
Sebb Bash
Inside the rabbit
Yo, E L U C I D
[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin]
Allow me to elucidate, boost what’s great
Time to get 'em by the wisdom and what roots'd say
Never get up on some who’s to hate (Nah)
Devolution end up juicin' whether you should get a noose your way
Nah, bro, as y'all know I'm like abuse the shakes
Burnt severe, turn that hair up Medusa straight (Permanent)
Fuck a fool's debate
Straight beefin', ain't eatin', shootout, might try to seduce my fate
Producin’ plates
But touch pressingly, nah, that ain’t concerning in fact
The touch pressing be spark for the tables turning, it's proven
Y’all see my standard be wild candid
And excluding the denial bandit, it saved the sermon (Keep that)
Yes, yes, and I'm due minded, it don't stop off the stress fest
Balloon-minded, I won't pop, infinity thanks, Dave
And even when angst weighs, I appreciate the parallel patterns the tank paved
Meaning the track dependant, meaning it’s attack intended (For real)
Tryna pack a menace into every crack and crevice
Crack the cap to get whatever Snapple facts embedded
On some back to business to whoever wack offended
Deservingly, leave 'me nervous talkin' 'bout the nerve of me
Need to win, that's word to God and that's equal and word to me with this here
'Cause it's clear since y'all heard of me
Rhyme-and-all phenomenon mixed perfectly with a smidge of absurdity
[Interlude: Breeze Brewin]
Augustus
And it is having no language
Not being permitted to articulate anything, not being permitted to express anything (Ayo)
Which is the final devastation
It's as though if they could just keep them quiet, just harness them and have them shut up
This labor force would be perfect
[Verse 2: E L U C I D]
Mercenary coalition, pain inside the repetition
Ain't no second guessing, from the margin, best you listen
Bombarded by your bullshit overthinkin'
Lil' group, endless hand wringing, moving nothing
Strategic, when it don't rhyme, there's a reason
I climbed the tree before they flattened on me, man
I run the street
Stars at the head, beast at the feet
Run 'til you can't what it cost it to be free
Talk with the Lord, talk with the thief
Blueprint, the power been Black, it's not a circle if it isn't closed
Name a secret that you couldn't keep
Still body niggas once a week
Pickin' spots to poke a hole
No knucklings, well-versed in impossibility
Play with your pussy, not me
I wanna rock you to sleep
Colosseum, the canal
Where rappers slap bootleggers off they flying carpet
Tapes and teeth scattered all in the street
Open market, info kill, bulletproof my Jeep
Motion martyr, I thought not
Death walked past my doorstop
I show up every day, I make my woman smile
My toddler been sayin' to me, "Happy daddies day," for a month now
