[Verse 1 billy woods]
Steel Tipped Dove, it's a vacuum out there
Banging that No Jumper Cables on lunchroom tables
I'm from that rap music is the devil
I'll ruin your instrumental
What I'm doin' turn loops to pretzels
And smoke rings you can hula-hoop nephew
Gimme the Loot, Gimme the Loot
I'm the Lorax on a Bed-Stuy stoop
Gut renovation Brownstone the condos
I speak for the trees, the fronto
Eastwood, cheap cigarillo and a poncho
No name but the abuela say palo santo
And laughed with one gold tooth
Dream dentistry
Single-use Bazooka Teeth out the sunroof, poof
Punch a hole in your spacesuit
You goofed, you goofed
It's victory cigars in the visitors
Prisoners snatch up glass shards
And catch you at the cinema
I'll cook it down to the base
And de-glaze with vinegar
The Cult Favorite capricious
Another new Jesus
Jeepers, dull razors
Avoid my features
[Verse 2: Sketch185]
Make this make sense, make this make sense
Make this make sense, make this make sense
Make this make sense
We didn't start the fire, [?] that fed it oxygen
Novelty's [?] would be an oddity [?] lustre
Before the refrain marches in
See these matchstick men
Dash through the town square on the way to work?
That keeps the collar blue for a season
I stay for the souvenirs and post God commentary
[?] lost
More readily give out poison
If it can show life who's truly boss
Easier than an uphill climb, I gather
Crackers say our heroes supposed to be [?]
[?]
(That actually happened)
Iraqi statue tragically shattered

[Verse 3 billy woods]
So I cry to keep from laughing
Move through the world like it’s closed captioned
Stole monoliths from Axum
Unopened artifacts
Shipped, wrapped in plastic
Flexi Wit Da Tech(nique), classic
Architecture, smash and hawk the fragments
Ten Crack Commandments
Chiseled in Sanskrit
Fractured Amharic
Doctor Sebi selling semantics
Onlyfan Fantastic Damage
Your Rebbe hit me from a blocked number
Sounded mad anxious
[Verse 4 Sketch185]
Overcharging for what they did to Dred Scott
[?]
These walls are saying much more
But we refuse to learn their language
Mt. Rushmore could pull the dead stop without sanctions
Train station screens [?] 808s and three inch glass childhoods
Sometimes a drunken haze, sometimes a London Fog
You can feel a murder in the air, but you still gotta walk them dogs
If running errands feels like Shaka fighting the Dutch
I can show you how to get anywhere by bus
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