Schism billy woods (Ft. Fat Ray)
"Schism" by billy woods (Ft. Fat Ray), released in 2021, is a #HipHop track exploring themes of division, identity, and the complexities of relationships. The lyrics delve into personal struggles and societal issues, with introspective storytelling. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a haunting production style, highlighting the artists' lyrical prowess and cultural relevance in contemporary hip-hop.
[Part I]
[Intro: billy woods]
Life in Marvelous Times
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Ashtrays overflowed
The shit I wrote, you can't do it on a phone
Maybe your little limericks, my poems need a home
After me they gon' live on
They gon' be here when all y'all is gone (All y'all)
She sat for the portrait, corset was whalebone
The sadness in her eyes, I left it off the page
It wasn't all at once but trust me, everyone paid
Police approach late-model Ford in the rain
Guns raised
Police raid the wrong house, clap the dog, hit ya moms with a stun grenade
Look around, nobody's ashamed (Not a one)
Your favorite rapper beat the murder, still claim gang
Opposition caught him lacking, let it bang
God bless the dead, but we not talking 'bout Dr. King
Ya mans was doing too much, ya mans did every damn thing
(Every fucking thing)
[Chorus: billy woods]
Run 'em out of town like Mormons
I ran out of town in a pair of Jordans
Run me up, it's a strip club errywhere I'm touring
Run it up, ain't my fault y'all team ain't scoring
(I'm just doing my job man)
Run 'em out of town like Mormons
I ran out of town in a pair of Jordans
Run me up it's a strip club errywhere I'm touring
Run it up, ain't my fault y'all team ain't scoring
(I can't do your job)
[Intro: billy woods]
Life in Marvelous Times
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Ashtrays overflowed
The shit I wrote, you can't do it on a phone
Maybe your little limericks, my poems need a home
After me they gon' live on
They gon' be here when all y'all is gone (All y'all)
She sat for the portrait, corset was whalebone
The sadness in her eyes, I left it off the page
It wasn't all at once but trust me, everyone paid
Police approach late-model Ford in the rain
Guns raised
Police raid the wrong house, clap the dog, hit ya moms with a stun grenade
Look around, nobody's ashamed (Not a one)
Your favorite rapper beat the murder, still claim gang
Opposition caught him lacking, let it bang
God bless the dead, but we not talking 'bout Dr. King
Ya mans was doing too much, ya mans did every damn thing
(Every fucking thing)
[Chorus: billy woods]
Run 'em out of town like Mormons
I ran out of town in a pair of Jordans
Run me up, it's a strip club errywhere I'm touring
Run it up, ain't my fault y'all team ain't scoring
(I'm just doing my job man)
Run 'em out of town like Mormons
I ran out of town in a pair of Jordans
Run me up it's a strip club errywhere I'm touring
Run it up, ain't my fault y'all team ain't scoring
(I can't do your job)
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