King Tubby Armand Hammer
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[Intro]
We still talkin' about slavery
But these are my proof to show you that slavery up
Yeah, I've got the seventh seal in my hand
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Still waiting on that commencement speech invitiation
Cash strapped HBCU, but I'll take it
Plagiarized "This Is Water"
No Foster Wallace, but I'll fake it, I'll fake it
Makeshift, transubstantiation, cupped the chalice, hands shaking
Pac blood, one sip, a rapper could beat all his cases
In this side-scrolling, 8-bit bullet hell, I'm patient
Graceful as third generation bomb makers
Dancin' spiders weave the wires
In basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching
Squealing tires as per the arrangement
Hiding Places was inside my mind's labyrinths and mazes
Heavy headed sheikhs who live in crawlspaces
Lord knows, it's hard being famous
Flip phone Pan-Africans call home on occasion
Sounding happier, sounding like sincere
I sincerely hope Cape Town riddle your Acura
Mandrax under the front passenger
Deus Ex Machina every chapter
I glow in the dark, half-life under weighted blankets
Fucking on cold nights
Lead pipe banging, waves of x-ray scanning
Catch a body after tampering with the body camera
It's a cancer
It's a mass in the abdomen, it's a tuned mass damper
Old man Barnum, super scammers
Tamarind daiquiri, no tough guy, I'm a dandy
No bam in the backwood, color of brandy
Acrid, greed, banana and ackee
King Tubby, wherever I'm at, that's the hit factory
We still talkin' about slavery
But these are my proof to show you that slavery up
Yeah, I've got the seventh seal in my hand
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Still waiting on that commencement speech invitiation
Cash strapped HBCU, but I'll take it
Plagiarized "This Is Water"
No Foster Wallace, but I'll fake it, I'll fake it
Makeshift, transubstantiation, cupped the chalice, hands shaking
Pac blood, one sip, a rapper could beat all his cases
In this side-scrolling, 8-bit bullet hell, I'm patient
Graceful as third generation bomb makers
Dancin' spiders weave the wires
In basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching
Squealing tires as per the arrangement
Hiding Places was inside my mind's labyrinths and mazes
Heavy headed sheikhs who live in crawlspaces
Lord knows, it's hard being famous
Flip phone Pan-Africans call home on occasion
Sounding happier, sounding like sincere
I sincerely hope Cape Town riddle your Acura
Mandrax under the front passenger
Deus Ex Machina every chapter
I glow in the dark, half-life under weighted blankets
Fucking on cold nights
Lead pipe banging, waves of x-ray scanning
Catch a body after tampering with the body camera
It's a cancer
It's a mass in the abdomen, it's a tuned mass damper
Old man Barnum, super scammers
Tamarind daiquiri, no tough guy, I'm a dandy
No bam in the backwood, color of brandy
Acrid, greed, banana and ackee
King Tubby, wherever I'm at, that's the hit factory
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