[Verse: ELUCID]
Frankincense and myrrh, please do not disturb
Mighta pinched a nerve, but it ain't but a word
That's the shit that get you took a serve
Energetic surge, I suggest you swerve
By the law of thirds, birth, death and experience in between
Heads chopped like most kings
Reachin' the way I been
Black skin, how he ride the wind
What's inside the sound, where do I begin
Friends, how many of us...
How many of us
I don't know what you done came for
I hope you gettin' what you camе for
These devils clippin' wings
You arе not your pain, dog
Switch your lane, accelerate 'em out your frame, y'all
Can't catch a fade, can't lose my place, I polish eggs off
If I say less, why I gotta explain more
The loudest faces rarely bringin' what they claim for
I stand on shoulders, negative space where my aim's strong
He range raw, fuck me gently with a chain saw
Rap is my religion, surrealism is my point of view
Smack you just for livin', spittin' blood to make the corner bloom
They be like, "Lordy, who you talkin' to? It's about a quarter two"
As the—"Where's your paper where you goin'?"
Don't need ID when I get free and open
As the day's long, they say "where your paper, where you goin'?"
As the day's long