Hatchet Job Armand Hammer

[Chorus: Elucid]
Cut 'em off, they the type to come back
Cut 'em off, they the type to come back
Choppers chopping

[Verse 1: billy woods]
These the beats they play for ghost detainees
Weeks with no sleep I’m living the dream
Crabs, hit em with the Old Bay Chesapeake Steam
At high heat repeat red, gold and green
Marcus Garvey crumbled fronta Jamaican Rizla
Spanishtown back to basics, the Spanish prisoner
Kicking kitchen spanish looking like Sizzla
London Blitz airhorns, he spit that Stalin vs. Hitler

[Verse 2: Elucid]
So goth I was born black
Son trapped within a crux that endorsed crack
Dirt nap before 21 be the forecast
Flown flag half mast
Crass paths ventured
Lucky if you just got stabbed
Limp ginger, flesh wounds still tender
Picking scabs
Block too hot, triage care intensive
Post grad, head of my class expensive
Sessions extended
Reality bites but jake pinching
Old co defendant, new solo mission
Head spinning
Short glimpses
All city