Slewfoot Armand Hammer
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[Verse 1: Elucid]
Slow burning, all consuming, ever present movement
You choose not to see, the labor’s free with hidden fees
Razors tucked under wigs and weaves, plus degrees
Buck theories, bootstrap dreams, all huff
Fumes noxious, we are bored of the apocalypse
They vision born land grabs with a sparkling eye
We’re liberating vacance in the mouth of opulence
Get the fuck from ‘round me if you ask why
Trapped with no time-outs left, Fab Five
Webber, not Freddy, death cult America, encroaching nowness
‘Cause we’ll never be as ready as we want to
Paramilitary law and order, broke dawn
A few moments to gather your belongings
Prayers up but quickly fallen like sweat on the brow
Muscle memory, practical know-hows
Staving cynics, we’re not finished
[Interlude: Marshawn Lynch]
If they was me or if I had a opportunity to let these little n—, uh, young [?] know something, I’d say take care of y’all money African, ‘cause, you know what I mean, dog, take care of y’all chicken, you feel me dog, take care of y’all mentals, ‘cause look, we ain't lasting that long
If you can keep your head while all around you are losing theirs
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Eyes front, we play light brigade in the gaps
That dog won't hunt after the crack back
All black everything, shapes abstract after the block
Shards of light, knife sharp, lit up the night
Rushed to the dark, alligator arms
Crocodile tears at the funny farm
Most young kings get their heads chopped
(Most young kings get their heads chopped)
Colin Powell we had to get you dirty
Colin Kaepernick on the jersey
7:30, Lawrence Phillips mumbling
Something dangling in Kern Valley
Negroes run and jump and hittin' alleys
Shotgun, pistol, it’ll be a new nigga next year
They won’t miss you, donated brains bob gently in solution
Chris Henry just a name, Dave Duerson, flickering memory
Freeze frame, instant replay back into the Jack Kennedy
Run it back Bieniemy, boots to centipede, ten-a-piece
Fourth-in-ten, you wish you had ten of me
Thirty-for-thirty, just keep that same energy
Slow burning, all consuming, ever present movement
You choose not to see, the labor’s free with hidden fees
Razors tucked under wigs and weaves, plus degrees
Buck theories, bootstrap dreams, all huff
Fumes noxious, we are bored of the apocalypse
They vision born land grabs with a sparkling eye
We’re liberating vacance in the mouth of opulence
Get the fuck from ‘round me if you ask why
Trapped with no time-outs left, Fab Five
Webber, not Freddy, death cult America, encroaching nowness
‘Cause we’ll never be as ready as we want to
Paramilitary law and order, broke dawn
A few moments to gather your belongings
Prayers up but quickly fallen like sweat on the brow
Muscle memory, practical know-hows
Staving cynics, we’re not finished
[Interlude: Marshawn Lynch]
If they was me or if I had a opportunity to let these little n—, uh, young [?] know something, I’d say take care of y’all money African, ‘cause, you know what I mean, dog, take care of y’all chicken, you feel me dog, take care of y’all mentals, ‘cause look, we ain't lasting that long
If you can keep your head while all around you are losing theirs
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Eyes front, we play light brigade in the gaps
That dog won't hunt after the crack back
All black everything, shapes abstract after the block
Shards of light, knife sharp, lit up the night
Rushed to the dark, alligator arms
Crocodile tears at the funny farm
Most young kings get their heads chopped
(Most young kings get their heads chopped)
Colin Powell we had to get you dirty
Colin Kaepernick on the jersey
7:30, Lawrence Phillips mumbling
Something dangling in Kern Valley
Negroes run and jump and hittin' alleys
Shotgun, pistol, it’ll be a new nigga next year
They won’t miss you, donated brains bob gently in solution
Chris Henry just a name, Dave Duerson, flickering memory
Freeze frame, instant replay back into the Jack Kennedy
Run it back Bieniemy, boots to centipede, ten-a-piece
Fourth-in-ten, you wish you had ten of me
Thirty-for-thirty, just keep that same energy
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