Microdose Armand Hammer (Ft. Quelle Chris)
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[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
I was born in the year of this country's last recorded lynching
My question is, who stopped recording?
The great deceiver, name names, sun of the morning, I'm drawn in
Hauntological sloop, spook you out your Yeezy Boost
Fuck that, how long we gotta wait 'til karma kick back?
On that same old, same old, the root's not working, the root's not working
But I'm still here to tell you so, life is for the living
I'm the solution, I'm the condition, I'm a symptom, I'm a witness
First instance seeing my soul above my bed hung suspended
And I knew I could've left here, that's not a bad thing
Slept on the wet wear, they say the hex here
Nearer by and by, it's alright
There be a certain sensitivity, niggas cast spells every day, B
Rip the veil of mystery, wait, see, there's a history
Twist the leaf, let the bush talk, flame-shaped pitchfork
I'm no man of the cloth when the cannon went off
Heaviest cross to carry, they say one of the four horsemen was Iraqi
The people earn what they deserve
You are the beast you worship, I rose up on the third
Planetary purge, panic-prone paralysis, evacuate
Raining chaos on your calculus, name a date
[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
I am not astounded, I am not surprised
I am not astounded, I am not surprised
I am not astounded, I am not surprised
I am not astounded, I am not surprised
There's a power in the locks, display the top, the cat piece
Still laughing at the fake woke who told me it wasn't nappy enough
Handcuffing season is back, cousin
Watch out for law lovers and keep your wrists buttered up
And slick for the sly and the wicked
No houses dropped on witches, no blind justice
I wonder if Steve pondered the fuss over pet rocks and fidget spinners
House niggas still get field dinners, serve
Ironic like Orenthal James with scurvy
That win ain't guard from the presence of rock legends, you are not worthy
Darwinian pins destroy and rebuild, it's major keys
So we clearing house for shipping CDs out COD
Need a break? Take a knee
Need a skank? Break a rib, word to G-O-D
Open your lid, set it free
I hope your mind don't find its way back before you rise and break free
The road less traveled wasn't graveled for safety
So when we move to plan Z, don't go tattle to jakes
Please and thanks
I was born in the year of this country's last recorded lynching
My question is, who stopped recording?
The great deceiver, name names, sun of the morning, I'm drawn in
Hauntological sloop, spook you out your Yeezy Boost
Fuck that, how long we gotta wait 'til karma kick back?
On that same old, same old, the root's not working, the root's not working
But I'm still here to tell you so, life is for the living
I'm the solution, I'm the condition, I'm a symptom, I'm a witness
First instance seeing my soul above my bed hung suspended
And I knew I could've left here, that's not a bad thing
Slept on the wet wear, they say the hex here
Nearer by and by, it's alright
There be a certain sensitivity, niggas cast spells every day, B
Rip the veil of mystery, wait, see, there's a history
Twist the leaf, let the bush talk, flame-shaped pitchfork
I'm no man of the cloth when the cannon went off
Heaviest cross to carry, they say one of the four horsemen was Iraqi
The people earn what they deserve
You are the beast you worship, I rose up on the third
Planetary purge, panic-prone paralysis, evacuate
Raining chaos on your calculus, name a date
[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
I am not astounded, I am not surprised
I am not astounded, I am not surprised
I am not astounded, I am not surprised
I am not astounded, I am not surprised
There's a power in the locks, display the top, the cat piece
Still laughing at the fake woke who told me it wasn't nappy enough
Handcuffing season is back, cousin
Watch out for law lovers and keep your wrists buttered up
And slick for the sly and the wicked
No houses dropped on witches, no blind justice
I wonder if Steve pondered the fuss over pet rocks and fidget spinners
House niggas still get field dinners, serve
Ironic like Orenthal James with scurvy
That win ain't guard from the presence of rock legends, you are not worthy
Darwinian pins destroy and rebuild, it's major keys
So we clearing house for shipping CDs out COD
Need a break? Take a knee
Need a skank? Break a rib, word to G-O-D
Open your lid, set it free
I hope your mind don't find its way back before you rise and break free
The road less traveled wasn't graveled for safety
So when we move to plan Z, don't go tattle to jakes
Please and thanks
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