Indian Summer Armand Hammer & The Alchemist

[Intro: Barry White]
You understand me?
Couldn't read music or write it
No connections, no car, no money
No bankroll, no clothes, no nothin'
All I had was the will and the love for music

[Verse 1: billy woods]
I swore vengeance in the seventh grade
Not on one man, the whole human race
I'm almost done, God be praised
I'm almost done, erry debt gets paid
I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it
We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated
Came home stinkin' of gas in the evening
It wasn't any one thing, it was the sequence
The intoxication of countin' cash in secret
The secret hiding places where you keep it, intimate
The strip malls, the dealerships
Six lanes across, shit job at the end of it
I knew what was up once they said "Come inside the office"
Palmetto bugs flutter, the size of saucers
Clumsy, fuckers spin inside they coffins
Pluckin' guitar strings, Orpheus outside the fortress
MDC Brooklyn, the rats is gorgin'
Kill one, only bring more and more like dead explorers
I put a neat hole in Indiana Jones' fedora
For that Somali Torah, we lit up the night like Sodom and Gomorrah
Left out, face forward