Giraffe Hunts Moor Mother & billy woods

[Verse 1: billy woods]
It's beautiful
The sun a bruised orange, clouds sparse, sky mauve
The light soft as though filtered through gauze, pause
Rollin' barrel bombs to where the helicopter doors was tooken off
The rotors was too loud to talk

[Verse 2: Moor Mother]
Meet black dirty Diana, prancer, stranded
23rd necromancer, chancellor [?]
Wraths of grape
Purple fields, purple haze
Devil's prolly smoked his ransom
Candy flip, cameo, tongue lash
Rattlesnake fast rap, I'm stuck
Foaming lip, frosty, yesterday's spit shine
Even when we're lootеd
Loud bombs, I think I'm gon' be shootin'
The big up rose up likе the Baltimore Putin
Talkin' bout, ain't a damn thing movin'

[Verse 3: billy woods]
The zoo had a decapitated giraffe
A dedicated staff of volunteers, the acid was bad
The gift shop was packed
Congolese hands chopped and dropped in your gift bag
Seepin' blood turned the gift wrap black
Marrow weepin' out the cracks, sweet king crab
Darwin screamin' out his sleep, in the dream it was a laugh though
Traffic stop, I reach for my slave pass slow
Quill and ink, brittle parchment
Waved through by the sergeant