RAP JASM

[Intro: Moor Mother] And it could go any way Any way, any way, yo It could go any way, any way, yo The way shit look, yo It could go any way, any way One thing for sure, it's goin' down, motherfucker, yo [Verse 1: Moor Mother] Oh, you wanna see the guillotine remove the heads of the defending team? Blood the only color that's been supreme Fuck a color scheme, yeah, yeah, yeah Dollar and a dream, oh, you wanna see the guts of the mainstream? Do The Right Thing, AR, Hakim Burn it down, movie scene in the boxing ring Called life you can get hit forever No bee sting, yeah, the pain coloring forever Forevеr, forever-evеr? (Forever-ever?) Motherfucker, you know the song Spring song, now it's bong weather who's left? weather Ease the stress, Sun King and Empress (Empress) Snatch the heart out of who's left (Who's left) Now it's home weather (Home weather), '88 leather We all sewn together [Refrain: Moor Mother & AKAI SOLO] Pink cookies in a plastic bag Gettin' blown by a Zephyr Yeah, it go It can go any way, any way, any way It can go any way, ayy (Ayy, yo) [Verse 2: AKAI SOLO] It could go any way AKAI Picture me rollin', scrollin' verde Dodge Ruinin' the frame vehemently Life is the nomenclature used to reference the game Total Drama Island is the stage, fantasy, red as the soul king Constantly at odds with his crew and his empress Hardly concerned with impressions Oblivious to the fact that he could Lead better ones before the paint, the color of the hate dries Before it's all said and never done Before you live your best life, before we all capsize It was dangerous to traverse alone Yet, that was all that made sense to me Group dynamics tend to wither at my feet Seeds I thought that I planted, actually channels dismantled No use for them, like shrunken flannels Flanders get planted, passed by, they past phantoms No plans for that, trauma rich geared towards us, coalescing like plasma The right response being selected? Rarer than sightin' silverbacks, facts You quiver quicker than a shivering pet Is my turn done? I don't know, it depends I'ma let these thoughts fall before a nigga forget The part can't feel sincere if it feels bought Scum inebriated off the seat, no wrong Claiming that they carin', can it, Karen, what that care cost? Thinking that they know glum, 'til I sees they gleeks Fee-fi-fo-fum, ho-hum And it's the final soul, SOLO finna go nuts Sun Wukong on a high, doing donuts Yo, sheesh