Stenography

[Intro: E L U C I D]

Give it to me, give it to me (Baby)

Give it to me (Blew up, baby)

Give it-give it to me (This time)

Give it to me, give it to me (Baby)

Give it to me (Blew up, baby)

Give it-give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me

Give it to me

Give it-give it to me (This time)

Give it to me, give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me

[Verse 1: E L U C I D]

Yakub blew up the moon, post fallout we kеpt it pushing

That's just the jewel

Fifty-ninе thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to confuse, misinfo

Baby with the bathwater out the window, won't compute

Scared my skinfolk, think of kinship explode

Romare to rimbaud, stretch before you bend

Bite before you break, magnetic dub

Tracing all the shapes before they make you forget

[Bridge: E L U C I D]

Baby bend, baby bite

Baby break, baby-baby blew up

Give it to me, give it to me (Baby)

Give it to me (Blew up, baby)

Give it-give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me (Baby)

Give it to me (Blew up, baby)

Give it-give it to me

[Verse 2: E L U C I D]

From the mud-like straw in the bricks of a walled city

Cloaked in plain sight

It wasn't to hype some sort of mystery

They came in the night

Ransack, conquest and biddings

Erasing what was thought hidden

Lost tongue, Babylon's Babel

Blank disc still spinning

Rosetta Stone, drive corrupted

Overwrite, give it to me

Clutched close, closer, closest

Vultures come eventually

Illustrious, epoch by a millennia

Backwards but never linear

[Verse 3: billy woods]

Glimmering, glimmering, glimmering

Glimmering, glimmering, glimmering, glimmering

That city shimmering amidst the dunes

Shining burning plastic

Burn pits, the fumes writhing

Whirling dervish dancing with the violin

Feet light and nimble

The answer's simple, they insist

Grit my teeth through the worst parts of the grift

Airbrush every pit

I tried to keep something

I tried to hide it away, Winston Smith

I tried to live inside

But you already know how it go with the pigs (But you already know)

They had your little piggies in the fire, you were smelling delicious

Last gasp of empire, they promised dead liars

Catch me in a bonnet, gas mask, might cut your power

Keep fucking with the cable wire

Wake up tired, sleep geeked, retweet

She texted, delete, delete, delete, text, delete

Black teeth drawn with pliers from soft black gums

Jamaican rum, yes, but not those

[Outro: billy woods]

Dance

Dance

Dance

Dance

Dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance

Dance

Dance

Dance

Dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance

Dance

Dance