[Intro: Moor Mother]
And it could go any way
Any way, any way, yo
It could go any way, any way, yo
The way shit look, yo
It could go any way, any way
One thing for sure, it's goin' down, motherfucker, yo
[Verse 1: Moor Mother]
Oh, you wanna see the guillotine remove the heads of the defending team?
Blood the only color that's been supreme
Fuck a color scheme, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dollar and a dream, oh, you wanna see the guts of the mainstream?
Do The Right Thing, AR, Hakim
Burn it down, movie scene in the boxing ring
Called life you can get hit forever
No bee sting, yeah, the pain coloring forever
Forevеr, forever-evеr? (Forever-ever?) Motherfucker, you know the song
Spring song, now it's bong weather who's left? weather
Ease the stress, Sun King and Empress (Empress)
Snatch the heart out of who's left (Who's left)
Now it's home weather (Home weather), '88 leather
We all sewn together
[Refrain: Moor Mother & AKAI SOLO]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag
Gettin' blown by a Zephyr
Yeah, it go
It can go any way, any way, any way
It can go any way, ayy (Ayy, yo)
[Verse 2: AKAI SOLO]
It could go any way
AKAI
Picture me rollin', scrollin' verde Dodge
Ruinin' the frame vehemently
Life is the nomenclature used to reference the game
Total Drama Island is the stage, fantasy, red as the soul king
Constantly at odds with his crew and his empress
Hardly concerned with impressions
Oblivious to the fact that he could
Lead better ones before the paint, the color of the hate dries
Before it's all said and never done
Before you live your best life, before we all capsize
It was dangerous to traverse alone
Yet, that was all that made sense to me
Group dynamics tend to wither at my feet
Seeds I thought that I planted, actually channels dismantled
No use for them, like shrunken flannels
Flanders get planted, passed by, they past phantoms
No plans for that, trauma rich geared towards us, coalescing like plasma
The right response being selected? Rarer than sightin' silverbacks, facts
You quiver quicker than a shivering pet
Is my turn done? I don't know, it depends
I'ma let these thoughts fall before a nigga forget
The part can't feel sincere if it feels bought
Scum inebriated off the seat, no wrong
Claiming that they carin', can it, Karen, what that care cost?
Thinking that they know glum, 'til I sees they gleeks
Fee-fi-fo-fum, ho-hum
And it's the final soul, SOLO finna go nuts
Sun Wukong on a high, doing donuts
Yo, sheesh
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