Skinny Luther E L U C I D

Brother Hall or nothing
I scarfed a hundred people
This is what it feels like, this is what it feels like
Brother Hall or nothing
I scarfed a hundred people
This is what it feels like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like, this is what it feels like

All praise due shea butter Jesus
Last car on the G, on my way to meet [?]
Flower scented, late in bloom
Sweet to the tongue, got a sour finish
Instant vintage, live on Lennox
Great day in Harlem
I came sharp, single breasted
Hue tinted shark skin
From birth you are marked men
They just bark when
Self proclaiming they're ready
Forgot your name, but I suggest you change it
My brain bend all corners down to earth like [?]
Hard to the [?], child ain't bringing nothing for us
My father was a carpenter, my mom was not a virgin
I was pulled from her abdomen and since then I've been searchin'
The word came first, mostly incoherent when I can't take Earth
Verse so lost in translation
Might still give you that feeling, pure sound vibration