[Verse 1: billy woods]
I did the dirty work and kindly cut my piece first
Called in sick, still showed up on time, I'm the worst
We don't even have to argue I'm checked out, inert
My lawyer argued I gave the green away like Starburst
Chapter and verse, the Devil quote
Better than the pastor at your church; jungle fever, as you know
Curses thirst: the bottomless hole
Down bottom you gotta let some things go, you better know
I listen to they stories and hear what wasn't told
Tap to the side of the nose
Word to the wise, don't do nothing with them guys
Refuse the second cuppa like "Oh my, look at the time"
Crackling fire to keep his wit dry, dour in the English countryside
Whip like horse and buggy, buddy it ain't no free ride
Paul Kagame fake nice guy, the type white people like
But negroes like "Bredrin it not worth your life"
Hit dog holla but will it bite?
White supremacist livin' in squalor rantin' 'bout kikes on the internet
He pressed 'Like'
Don't worry, it's just a meme
It's a just a meme, my hands are clean (It's a just a meme)
[Chorus: E L U C I D]
Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!"
Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!"
Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!"
Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!"
Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!"
Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!"
Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!"
Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" (Ya)
[Verse 2: E L U C I D]
It was already stolen when I stole it
I'm on the amen corner waiting for old white men to die
Time served, pride that collides
No we can't fuck our way to liberation
The age of awakening
A mass conscious manipulation
Humanity's an Anunnaki computer simulation
This virus can't be contained
All that remains
Mix a couple pints of lean in the quarantine, godspeed
Blood thick, came from the mud with it
My philosophy
Half "come swallow me" and half recognizin' the toxic ideology I was born into
All my skin folk ain't my kinfolk
Kicked out the window to my soul, I feel destructive
Dearly my beloved
Self-immolation, you hear me now
60-hertz hum
Gears of war, grind 'em down
Killing sound
Throw that ass in a circle
Sprinklin' hash with the purple
One thing is for certain
Our prophets have come and gone
Nothing ever really dies, the light only change form
Murder, more murder, more murder, more rider of the storm
At war with the mystic, horn in the distance
They don't read enough poetry to flow with me
Brethren, sistren and gender-fuck, no weapon formed to hinder us
Freedom not given but deliberately engineered
No mystery hidden, it's all in the clear
Worse for the wear
Light burst from a flare, impenetrable black
They scared to say it
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