[Verse: Billy Woods]
Tip of the spear, edge of the sword
Ghosts into secret places nameless
Iron doors polaroid faceless
[?] and missing purses
Forged papers read like box saws
Handcrank generators color coded cords
Rubber gloves, alligators clip spark plugs
Wedge a wet rag in they mouth
The light flickers subjects bounce
From resting bulbs Rodney fixtures
Mutilate one, show the rest the pictures
Observation slit, as you can see
They are quiet listeners
They don’t even dream suicide
After a while, they wait patiently to die
Surgeons, we guide them like patients through the lies
The tears, the pleas, the anger, the grieve for life
Listen to them cry, sob, cajole, wipe their eyes
Cradled heads swole as hot piss runs down thighs
You know the truth when you hear it
Broken spirits, fingers, knees
?uestlove the souls of feet, they weep the lyrics
We looped the beat, snares, rim shots, bass kicks
Reset wall clocks, sleep deprivation, facial tics
Wet burqa in basements, dry jobs in a hot box
Reset the watch, time twists and disappears
Spines crack, surrender all you hold dear
Love, honesty, and pride peeled away like an orange rind
I break ‘em and look inside
No need to listen to what’s said
I can see souls from here, needles prick the iris
Marxist cry red all that’s left is fear
Mangled thumbs, the smell of burning
The sound of burst eardrums, hiss of radiator
Scuttle of mice, water leaking, mosquitoes feast on the weaklings
She told me God seek her name
And for that I took pity and put one in her brain