[Verse 1: Moor Mother & billy woods]
Numb fumblin' Fats Walker
Feel like a little girl lookin' up at the system like
Damn, your feets too big
Reptilian heads circlin' around the sun
New school, like eh dun, your gang sign's weak
R.I.P. to the beat down (For the homies, right?)
I guess I'm throwing up 80 East now (That's what they say, right?)
For the homies

[Verse 2: billy woods]
Poured the whole bottle on the ground
Still woozy off the beat down
Grey meat inside the C-town
Quarter ki in the lost and found
'long with a thousand umbrellas
A hundred mismatched gloves
One solitary shoe
Peter Sеllers in the club, my black face thе elephant in the room
They wanna be gang for a day
We on that wire when you get waved
It's all just talk 'til you get paid
And even then, is what E L U C I D say, said
Don't mind me, I be hearin' the voices in your head
Don't mind me, I be hearin' the voices in your head
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