[Verse 1: billy woods]
Free throws rimming out, ball don’t lie
Cracking wise on the bench, snide
[?] left the wounds cauterized
Empty vessels make quite a din
Put drugs aside, pointing towards the water
Raise binoculars to eyes
Deep fried, heaping helpings of humble pie
Horrible Hagar, pass funny paper as tender
AR, ten out the 3D-printer, American splendor
Venture capital is great adventure
W-2s return to sender
Corporations are people too
Righteous senator instate fruit of the looms
Black helicopter illuminati agenda
Protocols of Zion, Willie Lynch letter that proves
Chemtrails is controlling the weather
Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure
That I board the last chopper out of Kabul
And pull the lever, reboot, regroup
Show up in a town near you
“Hey neighbor” like new fish in a [?]
And a OG want a favor
[Verse 2: Curly Castro]
I volunteered for the black plague program
Don’t want you sleeping on this old man, no sir
Shook Moulder's his hand but I’m still fucking with Crochet
Haven’t learned my lesson yet
Hope I don’t lose my neck
We’re talking that Ichabod
Don’t get your minds picked apart
Commandant talking art classes down at Juliard
Cause you’re just a smarty-art
[?] have you blown apart, Bonaparte
Logan arms hold the cloth, but not for long
So don’t count your genetically modified chickens
For the colonized, and have us with a side of fries
It’s the redux of the crazy-eyed
Killer from a [?] line
Getting cursed out by Cheryl in the passerbys
Far side of the matter, it keeps on passing me
Roll blunts manatee, smoke rappers after me
Never have to jack for beats
My Wrecking Crew is master piece
Burning Sal’s Famous after popo choked it out of me
[Verse 3: E L U C I D]
Earth sign, born day
Torn from the womb
Came a long way
Boots ran bare
Burn holes and tear, worn pair of [?] and frayed
As a babe, corn braids and cardigan hoodies
[?] my mom, hard to put in
Flipping through yellow pages
Melting frozen moments, polaroid out of focus
Album laminated edges faded, smirking faces
Shiny like a new penny
Baby face De La in my nana basement
On occasion Charlie upon the vinyl
Flip the phase shift, dangerous, crane kick
Fatal like popping on leaded paint chip
Best case scenario, brain sick
86 sniffing round tray bags of plain piff
Scent linger, deadringer
Looking like Bilal from the boys
I lost a diamond in the bush
The bride was highly annoyed
Lost and found, DJ cue this song
Now it’s Stephanie Mills
Moonwalk my way across the parquet
[Verse 4: Has-Lo]
Since I’m outside the civil rights
Might as well kill some whites
Lift the pipe, it’s the guy who called you nigga, right?
Sit tight slick, lit the cig
I don’t even smoke, poke him yo
This what this is like
Crimson eyes right before the clicking blow
Split your dome, didn’t kill him though
Sent him home, scared just about shitless and shivering
Stop tripping hoe, gun wasn’t real
It’s a toy made of plastic, I wasn’t gon’ blast him
The concrete jungle out of my eye, it’s on fire
Police try you as an adult, but you’re a minor
I ran from the kids on bikes who want to fight us
But my legs are tired from the sprint, gotta end
Give an inch may as well grab a rabbit ear
Homie not your friend, that’s a pimp
He done passed your rear
The crux of my interactions are none passive
No weapon a man can fashion
Against God, can end God
Written by the pentagon
The hand of earth hand ‘em out
Have you having hammers out
[Fades out inaudibly]
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