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​billy woods

"100 Ft. of Cold Dirt"

[Verse 1: Priviledge]
Exist inside that space where technology and reality
Don’t meet ethernetic wifis, where signals won’t fly
When the cellphone dies, people say that your dead
With the trials not answering the IMs
They’ll think that you ceased the living
No computer, no phone in the crib
That’s prehistoric conditions
Corny ass Fred Flintstone n*ggas
Having people come and check for you
Reinforced doubt, throwing pebbles at the crib
Just to get you out the house, blowing shots at kids
Bam bam brought the Barney rubble with the hardest
With the AR fifth harness kick, kids harder than meth
They threw to Beijing, Jill Smith pipe down
And switch seats with my limb, went click click
The abacus, calculate the average advantage
Of a Chinese family buying the national debt
Hustle Japan yet against the pound sterling kills
Now they keep their heroes in a wallet made from dollar bills

[Chorus:]
I got the yo, yo yo
I got the yo, yo, yo

[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Ride with no feeling, hard top, no glass ceiling
Power steering, we’re on that interior Bravarian engineering
Forty-percent tint, rear windows cracked, broosters millions
No shoes but they look like run flats, silver and black
Pull into your town, mud sprayed on the fuselage, hood steaming
Plates said U-C-G-O-D he step out beaming
Yellow teeth clamped on a seagull, Aurora Borealis tips the season
And it won’t be til he’s leaving that people searching for meanings
Long gone, he smirk at the grieving, swirling, a forty-five riesling
As gnats search for reasons, and rhymes wind like wind through chimes
Spiders spin thin web fine, silken how he ride them yellow lines
Amused by petty crimes, find levity in fratricide over dimes
Babies held to radiators, guns polished to a patient shine
The nickel plated glare reflects yellow spines
Fickle are the things my dear whispered in ears at the moment of clarity
Light in tunnels, hand lamps mercury vapor ablaze
Horn lit glasses, corny as dance with lively flames
You saw him when you were born, you gon’ see him again
He’s a man of few words and a great many names

[Chorus:]
I got the yo, yo yo
I got the yo, yo, yo

[Verse 3: Johnny Voltik]
When you hear this it lights your ears like I’m Mike Tyson
Ain’t no Buster Douglas, we dusting off our shoulders
Like we was Hova, passion like the Christ is
Crown of thorns priceless, we bodying the blood of
Heathens that love us, cause we are just like them
But we don’t give a f*ck, oh yes lord, digital horror
Like video you killed the radio star
Catch me when I’m live love death to the all
Holly rollers mad because I’m walking on water
Switching up the poles til the whole world is polar
Like damn the pack man done turned the game over
And over and over and over and over
Eating ghost monsters and I’m swallowing the soul
The thriller arm manilla paper check the roper doper
I am what [?] is to Apollo Green
I’m Lake Minnetonka to Apollonia
Come on let’s be for real, you should get an Oscar
Hoping my true motherf*ckers know
My life’s the illest sh*t I never wrote
The beautifullest thing the word hope
The very thing that angels dreamed
I’m fifty cent away from drinking liquid Vicodin
I mean my whole body’s made of lights and beams
To the deaf dumb and blind I’m so f*cking frightening

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