Oblivion Reflex

[Intro] Generation of fictions Man, these algorithms are getting familiar Da-damn Peggy Hey, hey [Verse 1: ELUCID] Das Kapital, accelerate Breath, eyes, and memory Grapplin' with masters, nosebleed in the rafters Gaffold, don't get swept away Vessel with no room for ring Only roots remain, strippin' everything Weave to the NuvaRing Digi-doobies in my Uber, I'm addressed by name I got others, I get extra, check my method mane You look befuddled brother, don't front like you got the range If you ain't got the range Prosecco rover, cup runneth over My love is vulgar, hol' up Hop off my scrotum, tell your bitch to come here Don't call me woke I'm just that fuckin' sincere I'm like the sum of all fears, native son chuckin' spears My soggy sour milky [?] is the [?] Their great great grandaddy ghost whispered death in my ear up Me not worried, me not scared, we livin' hell and heaven there Duly noted, fully loaded, for my brother bought a spare, yeah Bear sighting genuflect, when you see me there, yeah, yeah Rammellzee letter racer through NYPD rubik Black sight intimidation be more freaky than Fellini film Flex the ill, won't he do it? yes he will (I do it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it) [Chorus: ELUCID] There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let walk by People on these streets that you don't try There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let walk by People on these streets that you don't try There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let walk by People on these streets that you don't try There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let walk by People on these streets that you don't try There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let walk by People on these streets that you don't try Caution [Verse 2: ELUCID] Violence Threatened by [?], through and through It's in the language, in the money, it's in the school It's in the healthcare, it's in the bank, in the real estate Monuments, in the supermarket, ain't no more real bodegas anyway It's in the court, in the gangrene infected arm of law enforcement Carceral state, in the workplace, in the restaurant In the chair of your home In the algorithms where you worship In your neighborhood, in your relationship, in the bedroom It's about power, domination, and binaries It encapsulates whiteness and supremacy It got nothin' to do with your humanity And everything to do with your humanity [Outro: ELUCID] And I can't hit back hard enough And I can't hit back hard enough And I can't hit back hard enough And I can't hit back hard enough