My Blank Verse Armand Hammer

[Verse 1: Elucid]
Keep out the gutter, yo Elucid
Keep out the gutter, yo
That guy...
Sociopathic classic mastered mantra
Audio trasher bastard negro-mancer
Handsome ransom rappers pander stand up
Gotta game so fuck bout your standard
My black verse, you heard something
Crammed up, he bang first, Fort Greene and Frankfurt
Tranquilize your network, they ain’t learn German
Apply pressures more professors watching squirming
Ain’t that nerve, live from the firmament
Raw shit affirmative, cult leader gutter spit
There’ll be no alternative, turn it in
Murder is the permanent to serve your clique
Paranormal turbulence, I’m sure of this (sure)
This very pussy’s got neutered, styles you need a new one
For them I got two words: truth hurts, I’m dipped in crew merch
They poem, new birth dedicated to babies who came feet first

[Chorus: Elucid]
If you scared get a gun, ain't a prayer that could save him
Swear by the snare not a square that could phase him
Stay the fuck out the gutter