[Verse 1: Elucid]
Godspeed, na na na
Thirteenth floor elevator, bow before something greater
Know the ledge so I stumble wayward, dope the native
Gold threaded rope, blew smoke in via neighbor
Bullet of throat inspired animal behavior
Spoiled was [?] one up in the chamber
Tomorrow never knows, bros pose like stranger
[?] False god who you pray to
Make it on my own with the celly unavailable
Twelve missed calls on the line sob hysterical
Eight day [?] face something terrible
Several concussions, gon’ stand for something [?]
Nigga dumping, funcrushing function
First responders kept unconscious, room for the somber
After the shots she cried, dropped her head in her thighs
Where’s God now? You ain’t have to let him die
Could be mine you could catch it any time, fly be any mean, at the semi steams
Speaking in extreme, though it’s such a common [?]
Idle threats vex react like a man possessed
Stretch weight measured and I [?]
Who gon' test, can’t seem to shake the hex
Flesh of my flesh, [?] and every [?]
Ballistic sciences, hollow point direct, recognize thresholds
And negative stress, recognize thresholds and negative stress
Recognize thresholds and negative stress
Dollar van, jump out with the box fade
Walk in these blocks, the times changed
If you gotta ask what’s the price range
Not in your lane, I’m too old to steal high train
As much data [?] the crime wave, designed the train
Somebody remind ray, [?]
Coming of age talk, they shoot first blow you away
Maybe then they’ll explain as you return to the earth
Barely a blurb in the dailies, candle light vigil brought brandy
Where he once ran free, stomp face, deep sea
Send a grand marquee
My eyes stay drawn, but I don’t ever really sleep
Keep conversation brief, less my loose leaf decrease
Cats get more cream and I just renewed my lease
Feast or famine, fuck the middle ground
See who still standing, we split it down
Down, down
Gawdspeed
[Verse 2: Elucid]
Rose from the dead, peeling off on three wheels
Can it be so so surreal
Blame it on the sun, frozen cold in a long hot summer
Feel like everybody and they mother got they damn gun up
Barely fifty bills on his person when they murked him
Fishin through his pockets only feel, they putting work in
Nobody get what they deserve, still I’m searchin
Heard the clip purge words straight travel furthest
Curtains, six deep beneath surface
Packed churches, black suits and hearses
Veil-covered eyes, eulogize you memory
No known enemy Tragic, it should never be
His expression so serene, no sympathy for the devil, agree?
Curse your firstborn seed, hope you hear they last wheeze
Gawdspeed, Godspeed
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