Scaffolds

[Intro]

Somebody need to hear this

Get their bodies right now, do it Lord

[Verse 1: billy woods]

Always late with the epiphanies

Like, "Might coulda handled that differently"

At least admit you had your hand in the misery

It's no mystery (It's no mystery)

Group therapy, I poured the kerosene in

Group watched the fire leap

A shred of truth is all a liar need

It all the burn the same when the fire feed (Do it Lord)

Men wrack our brains over past deeds

Indeed the ground's cold but the bones not deep

Wrapped in shower curtain or bed sheet, the bones picked clean

Heir apparent, I inherited a bloodstained throne for a seat

I can't afford not to believe in things unseen

But belief always been dangerous to me

Slumped in the last pew, the pulpit packed

The culprits beg and accuse, executioner dons a mask

[Interlude]

Somebody need to hear this

Get their bodies right now

[Verse 2: billy woods]

The transcript read like Cam'ron skits

Something wrong with muh'fuckers, I don't know what it is

Am I my brother's keeper? Nigga, I got my own shit

Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses

The crowd want blood, the firing squad blackened face cupids

It's always two sides to the story

The gory details is online, feel like Maury

Am I my brother's keeper? Nigga, I got my own shit

Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses

[Verse 3: E L U C I D]

Freefall, limbs flailing in the blackness

Hundred hand slap, pardon self, sinkhole blast landed

Earth mover, new gold standard

Armand Hammer, broke exotic on grand piano

Melting candelabras, clocks blink midnight, no invite

Who's the livest?

You haven't mastered meter so you must respect it

As it pertains to how I freak it, ayy, don't ask me no question

I believe in black secrecy

Plumbed to the death where language drown in the thick of spirit (Somebody need to hear this)

Bodies humbly collapse fetal, eye of a thousand needles (Get their bodies right now, do it Lord)

World beat, heavy kick, my city stiff, both liniment

And a .22 under Ms. Bunches' pillow

She read the room and spit snuff

Bore thirteen babies and outlived all but two

I love to talk with fools, I hate circlin' the drain

And repeatin' myself unless I'm barring on a stage (Do it Lord)

The price done doubled, the ice pebbled, the mint muddled

A vision, receiving all I signal out

There's a part beyond me, plus chaos

[Outro]

Somebody need to hear this

Get their bodies right now

Somebody need to hear this

Get their bodies right now, do it Lord