[Intro: billy woods]
I asked him how it sounded, he said it sounds alright
It sounds alright, we're gonna go with that

[Verse 1: billy woods]
Yo Chaz, peep how they throw rocks and then look for something to do with they hands
In the interest of transparency, my house is glass scavenged from hood Chinese spots
With a slot for you to slide the cash
Found Cinderella’s new site
Glock heel and a yellow cab, been looking ever since (ever since)
Why else you think I'm in places like this?
Death Grips in the champagne room, my house of mirrors got two mortgages
You gotta place something at risk, somеthing to be forfeited, you stand right thеre
Like teenagers in the orphanage, faces in the window
Runaway rhyme schemes
Screwdriver in the ignition of a 94 Tempo how I ride the beat
Punched out the quarter light
It went from "kind of sort of" to "nah that n***a really nice"
I write glaciers and iceberg
Set 'em adrift under aurora borealis
Death, violence, death, violence, death, violence, drug, sex, violence, death
Your album’s a pack of cigarettes, no wonder it's doing numbers
Illegal tints on the whip, I'm trying to see something

[Bridge: E L U C I D]
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[Verse 2: E L U C I D]
All seeing, called and cursed my name in the secret place
I'm regulated and disordered
Grace for who's afforded
Who talked like boomerang
I'm moving, I'm moving thangs
New phone who dis?
Zunga zang, zunga zunga zang
Go go somewhere and watch, knowing where I'm not
No I just cannot, slowest like that black strap
White boys call it abstract, ass backwards
No I’m not like the last act
Tap dancing, patting pockets, shaking cocktails
In a jazz-tron twice forgotten
Raise an octave, your heart hostage
Who nut for the rapture?
Flat-footed and dim
Unearthed, rack guns covered hard, covered lost chapter
Death cult America, black bird, five-star
Tell me how the war taste
Show me how your lie work
My favorite dissociation
My boogaloo is electric
I’m from where everybody is mami and papi the babies and everybody
I don't expect the unexpected
I check the check again
Lord willing and the creep don’t rise
Their message raps extra cringe
I've been waiting round the bend with monochrome chatter
King of glory, your boy don't scream