Oblivion Reflex

[Intro]

Generation of fictions

Man, these algorithms are getting familiar

Da-damn Peggy

Hey, hey

[Verse 1: ELUCID]

Das Kapital, accelerate

Breath, eyes, and memory

Grapplin' with masters, nosebleed in the rafters

Gaffold, don't get swept away

Vessel with no room for ring

Only roots remain, strippin' everything

Weave to the NuvaRing

Digi-doobies in my Uber, I'm addressed by name

I got others, I get extra, check my method mane

You look befuddled brother, don't front like you got the range

If you ain't got the range

Prosecco rover, cup runneth over

My love is vulgar, hol' up

Hop off my scrotum, tell your bitch to come here

Don't call me woke I'm just that fuckin' sincere

I'm like the sum of all fears, native son chuckin' spears

My soggy sour milky [?] is the [?]

Their great great grandaddy ghost whispered death in my ear up

Me not worried, me not scared, we livin' hell and heaven there

Duly noted, fully loaded, for my brother bought a spare, yeah

Bear sighting genuflect, when you see me there, yeah, yeah

Rammellzee letter racer through NYPD rubik

Black sight intimidation be more freaky than Fellini film

Flex the ill, won't he do it? yes he will

(I do it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it)

[Chorus: ELUCID]

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by

Dope on these streets that you don't buy

Girls in these streets that you let walk by

People on these streets that you don't try

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by

Dope on these streets that you don't buy

Girls in these streets that you let walk by

People on these streets that you don't try

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by

Dope on these streets that you don't buy

Girls in these streets that you let walk by

People on these streets that you don't try

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by

Dope on these streets that you don't buy

Girls in these streets that you let walk by

People on these streets that you don't try

There's some rules on these streets that we all go by

Dope on these streets that you don't buy

Girls in these streets that you let walk by

People on these streets that you don't try

Caution

[Verse 2: ELUCID]

Violence

Threatened by [?], through and through

It's in the language, in the money, it's in the school

It's in the healthcare, it's in the bank, in the real estate

Monuments, in the supermarket, ain't no more real bodegas anyway

It's in the court, in the gangrene infected arm of law enforcement

Carceral state, in the workplace, in the restaurant

In the chair of your home

In the algorithms where you worship

In your neighborhood, in your relationship, in the bedroom

It's about power, domination, and binaries

It encapsulates whiteness and supremacy

It got nothin' to do with your humanity

And everything to do with your humanity

[Outro: ELUCID]

And I can't hit back hard enough

And I can't hit back hard enough

And I can't hit back hard enough

And I can't hit back hard enough