[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Bitter melon, sour pear
Put fire in the air
Saudi new year
Crop my share
Rendered unto Caesa-All roads to ruin, that raw ether
Blow out factory speakers
The devil work nights, searchlight might sweep ya side street
Laid up with your shabby side piece, hi(de), he seek
Laugh with bad teeth, cold eyes, laugh at his own lines
Idi Amin, laugh off his own crimes, auf wiedersehen
And won't pay one red cent
We are knights wait chest tight drenched bent double
Slow red light, long list of folks who ain't want no trouble

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Muhammadans await the second coming
Barely glimpse, child prince, tower of London
Lit something pungent to illuminate the dungeon
Fashionably late to your ostentatious function
Held it down
Chechens at the opera
Police in helicopta
Drones over Al-Aqsa
All poems haunt Baraka
No throne King of Kinshasa
[Verse 3: Hemlock Ernst]
[?]-wise we duck through the bottom to get to the top side
Know just spinnin to across [?] grandfathers hesitation
Blow concentration
Looks [?] emaciated
Cause hes a sign of the wind is dyin
Has to think about her with a smile
It's just old timers old timers pick the golden peach from the fruit batch
Tossed over shoulder on a muggy Sunday
Son'll come around when he need some money hungry
Lost but docile
Lost him in centuries hostile
Decade's lost child
There's no reflection
Amber through the looking glass vivisection
How they see through rose colored lens
I lift my lids, see the thorns born within
Twelve men to lift a child's casket
[?] in a bread basket
Eggs fryin in the cast iron
They line up kids before the target practice