[Intro: milo]
This one, this one, this one
[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
This one, this a thousand dollar tape ‘cause I say so
Fuck up your safe, though
Scram, this is one for the faithful
A rose that grows from treads where the tank roll
Serpents and rainbows
No, we don’t explain flows
Shouldn’t take a genius to Alan Lomax my lingo
Rasca, gringo, who that peek at my window?
Splayed out, akimbo , skin glow
Honey harmonize to a crescendo
Post-coital slipback in a sinkhole, swing low
Sing songs, neutralize the syndrome
Then bone and corn we trust and depend on
Livin’ wrong, don’t come for me, I ain’t sent for
Let me inform once again, y’all
The value determinant, game gushing out the tourniquet
Were to this that and a third; a lesson in impermanence
Burn it all away, learning and discerning
Probably running late, but I’m on my way (on my way)
Thousand dollar tape ‘cause I say so
The best fertilizer is the plantation owner’s foot
Bishop took rook, all my job off-the-books
Can’t stay where I’m put, keep inside if you’re shook
There’s a jux to respect, there’s a wrong to correct
There’s a debt to resolve, if I hear another motherfucker say this ain’t my job
This ain’t my job
This one, this one, this one
[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
This one, this a thousand dollar tape ‘cause I say so
Fuck up your safe, though
Scram, this is one for the faithful
A rose that grows from treads where the tank roll
Serpents and rainbows
No, we don’t explain flows
Shouldn’t take a genius to Alan Lomax my lingo
Rasca, gringo, who that peek at my window?
Splayed out, akimbo , skin glow
Honey harmonize to a crescendo
Post-coital slipback in a sinkhole, swing low
Sing songs, neutralize the syndrome
Then bone and corn we trust and depend on
Livin’ wrong, don’t come for me, I ain’t sent for
Let me inform once again, y’all
The value determinant, game gushing out the tourniquet
Were to this that and a third; a lesson in impermanence
Burn it all away, learning and discerning
Probably running late, but I’m on my way (on my way)
Thousand dollar tape ‘cause I say so
The best fertilizer is the plantation owner’s foot
Bishop took rook, all my job off-the-books
Can’t stay where I’m put, keep inside if you’re shook
There’s a jux to respect, there’s a wrong to correct
There’s a debt to resolve, if I hear another motherfucker say this ain’t my job
This ain’t my job
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