[Verse 1: billy woods]
On God
Fire and omens, lottery winners win a stonin'
E'ry bit of land stolen twice over from the Strip to the Golan
From the cane field to the pens where you hold 'em
Money don't got owners, only spenders
Money you owe us even over a fender bender
Money you know us, don't misremember (don't)
Don't bother with the bowtie and suspenders
Ain't no bean pie in my kitchen, dеad birds fryin' the tenders
Listеn, dead words come alive when I flip 'em like roaches
Survivin' the system
The blowfish still alive, its flesh was delicious, delicate
Your God was celibate
I've been selling since the Pale of Settlement
New Testament shark biters, dead molars, plucked with pliers
Slowed up, duckin' my suppliers
Holed up, grillin' up papaya, go nuts
Thought it was a gold rush, go dutch
Indian givers throats cut, spurtin'
Red dirt grows stuff, nervous
Uncertainly bite in, it tastes like murder
Industrial burgers, plastic cheese, cheap detergent
[Verse 2: ELUCID]
Yo, yo
Rising facing east at the west to dance with the sea foam
3 Feet High and Rising, barrier island, dream on
Poke a hole in silence, whatever leaks isn't yours
Inviting all that strengthens, true nectar from thorns
We came before Columbus, many names and origins
Question's been the same, I'm reporting from where the water ends
It came from out the deep, being actually human
Names that sharpen the teeth, a refusal of norm
In my truest of forms
I'm a god, to whom I've been sworn
I'm reminded, I'm a rider of storm
If you try it, you might grip up, get on
Many violences, many violences, ritual in repetition
Protected in all ways, exiting in submission
At its core, agency in taking power, scary hour
Which side are you on, which side are you on
On God
Fire and omens, lottery winners win a stonin'
E'ry bit of land stolen twice over from the Strip to the Golan
From the cane field to the pens where you hold 'em
Money don't got owners, only spenders
Money you owe us even over a fender bender
Money you know us, don't misremember (don't)
Don't bother with the bowtie and suspenders
Ain't no bean pie in my kitchen, dеad birds fryin' the tenders
Listеn, dead words come alive when I flip 'em like roaches
Survivin' the system
The blowfish still alive, its flesh was delicious, delicate
Your God was celibate
I've been selling since the Pale of Settlement
New Testament shark biters, dead molars, plucked with pliers
Slowed up, duckin' my suppliers
Holed up, grillin' up papaya, go nuts
Thought it was a gold rush, go dutch
Indian givers throats cut, spurtin'
Red dirt grows stuff, nervous
Uncertainly bite in, it tastes like murder
Industrial burgers, plastic cheese, cheap detergent
[Verse 2: ELUCID]
Yo, yo
Rising facing east at the west to dance with the sea foam
3 Feet High and Rising, barrier island, dream on
Poke a hole in silence, whatever leaks isn't yours
Inviting all that strengthens, true nectar from thorns
We came before Columbus, many names and origins
Question's been the same, I'm reporting from where the water ends
It came from out the deep, being actually human
Names that sharpen the teeth, a refusal of norm
In my truest of forms
I'm a god, to whom I've been sworn
I'm reminded, I'm a rider of storm
If you try it, you might grip up, get on
Many violences, many violences, ritual in repetition
Protected in all ways, exiting in submission
At its core, agency in taking power, scary hour
Which side are you on, which side are you on
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