Indian Summer

[Intro: Barry White]

You understand me?

Couldn't read music or write it

No connections, no car, no money

No bankroll, no clothes, no nothin'

All I had was the will and the love for music

[Verse 1: billy woods]

I swore vengeance in the seventh grade

Not on one man, the whole human race

I'm almost done, God be praised

I'm almost done, erry debt gets paid

I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it

We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated

Came home stinkin' of gas in the evening

It wasn't any one thing, it was the sequence

The intoxication of countin' cash in secret

The secret hiding places where you keep it, intimate

The strip malls, the dealerships

Six lanes across, shit job at the end of it

I knew what was up once they said "Come inside the office"

Palmetto bugs flutter, the size of saucers

Clumsy, fuckers spin inside they coffins

Pluckin' guitar strings, Orpheus outside the fortress

MDC Brooklyn, the rats is gorgin'

Kill one, only bring more and more like dead explorers

I put a neat hole in Indiana Jones' fedora

For that Somali Torah, we lit up the night like Sodom and Gomorrah

Left out, face forward

[Interlude: Barry White]

I don't wanna disturb your thoughts

I don't wanna disturb your mood

When I give you one that I feel you might like

I wanna make sure you get enough of it

[Verse 2: E L U C I D]

Pineapple spears on the bias, high science

Spiritual alliances, it's a vibe, right?

Gene splice, kettle whistle

Qadry Ismail, The Missile

Sky face wistful, I had a fistful of fucks ground to the gristle

Conditions and stipulation, past the need for affirmation

By activation, iridescent black, back to basic

I told her "Taste it", obliged and gracious

Consent enthusiastic, splash, catch this

As if, black script, my last grift

Dumbfound myth, run wild wind, just past the line

You won't gun down the son, I done told you again

Stiff necked, gimme mine

Press start, supercharged, stacked deck, cut the middle

Fast and pray for rain, but just a trickle

Clean your own pistol, I can't walk them dogs with you, ah