Fulgurite

[Intro: billy woods]

I asked him how it sounded, he said it sounds alright

It sounds alright, we're gonna go with that

[Verse 1: billy woods]

Yo Chaz, peep how they throw rocks and then look for something to do with they hands

In the interest of transparency, my house is glass scavenged from hood Chinese spots

With a slot for you to slide the cash

Found Cinderella’s lucite

Block heel in a yellow cab, been looking ever since (ever since)

Why else you think I'm in places like this?

Death Grips in the champagne room, my house of mirrors got two mortgages

You gotta place something at risk, something to bе forfeited, you stand right therе

Like teenagers in the orphanage, faces in the window

Runaway rhyme schemes

Screwdriver in the ignition of a 94 Tempo how I ride the beat

Punched out the quarter light

It went from "kind of sort of" to "nah that nigga really nice"

I write glaciers and iceberg

Set 'em adrift under aurora borealis

Death, violence, death, violence, death, violence, drug, sex, violence, death

Your album a pack of cigarettes, no wonder it’s doing numbers

Illegal tints on the whip, I'm trying to see something

[Bridge: E L U C I D]

976-555-FAKE

976-555-FAKE

976-555-FAKE

Call Now

976-555-FAKE

Call now

[Verse 2: E L U C I D]

All seeing, called and cursed my name in the secret place

I'm regulated and disordered

Grace for who's afforded

Who talked like boomerang

I'm moving, I'm moving thangs

New phone who dis?

Zunga zang, zunga zunga zang

Go go somewhere and watch, knowing where I'm not

No I just cannot, slowest like that black strap

White boys call it abstract, ass backwards

No I'm not like the last act

Tap dancing, patting pockets, shaking cocktails

In a jazz-tron twice forgotten

Raise an octave, your heart hostage

Who nut for the rapture?

Flat-footed and dim

Unearthed, rack guns covered hard, covered lost chapter

Death cult America, black bird, five-star

Tell me how the war taste

Show me how your lie work

My favorite dissociation

My boogaloo is electric

I’m from where everybody is mami and papi the babies and everybody

I don’t expect the unexpected

I check the check again

Lord willing and the creep don't rise

Their message raps extra cringe

I’ve been waiting round the bend with monochrome chatter

King of glory, your boy don't scream