[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
Quartered off the block, self propped up with unbearable lightness
Deadstock box on ice to be thawed in a time of crisis
Grab a mop Lord, five swipe daily make more righteous hypebeasts
Rappers on High Street, blind priests, no DOB on the ID
She rock a thousand dollar weave, her services are well appointed
Only foots of Night see touch not my anointed
You got the motherfuckin' coin but never seemed it was short
You can't afford to credibly question what is the law, toys gettin' shorted
Under couple boards broke out extortion
More of a science, slash to glory in violence forces
I feel so so so so so so so important
Warning, void the sale, golden feathers weights and scale
Hold my leather, offshore tax shelter, eat a dick my nig
St. Louis rip, grease shine his lip, fix your momma wig
Hop otherwise on skids, thistler on the roof, there's one in every family
Next year I'm bringing home the cream hands free
Plan B, C, and D land speed
Drug B, Bill Cook juice, reptile skin on feet
Well, when the praises go up it be raining gold teeth there, POV
I ain't make the rules
I ain't make the rules

[Verse 2: billy woods]
Your God is distant
Your father never listen
God forbid your father missin', had to do wrong off of intuition
Son ask what I be doing in the kitchen
Kid I'm trying to beat the fucking system
Came home staring a thousand yards in the distance (Gone fishin')
Kronos swallow stones during interdiction, the bitch bewitching
Zeus lay low face like he ain't going back to prison
Now we in the weeds where ordinary turn hard to believe
Told my mentee "trees used to have stems and seeds"
Lookin' at me crazy, nah I'm fucking with you B
You know me
I grew up at the reaper knee
Paperwork said they found residue on the beats
We all watched the widow weep just to be sure
I was eleven with the widow's peak almost relieved he was gone
Gutted they don't want that realness
When cousins and uncles caught the illness
Gone to Thanksgiving lying, dying, trying
Trapped animals stale, stole shocked it
You want a sick verse buddy you got it
Off message even when I'm on topic
[Verse 3: Skech185]
My aunt was 700 miles away from my father when his sister died
Was told he stared into space numb
Was told to save my money and not to come
Better hold a stoneface in place of leisure
Please tell me about your vacation
So I can paste my face in it
In moments of pain and isolation
My mother lost a close friend
She sat with her and watched her fade
Funny the same man who failed with a screwdriver succeeded with AIDS
And that makes a protest or t-shirt meaningless
I stretched out both hands to prepare for weapon stress
I fight everyday to die as an old man
At the pace of a headache and an ounce of blood
Word to my liver
This cocktail's the only thing that keeps me from killing you n***as
Damn that site passed on your album (it did?)
My people keep getting executed (they are?)
But I need to lower my volume because I'm too black to surround [unintelligibly fades out]