[Intro: Elucid]
I won’t apologize…Fuck all that

[Verse 1: Elucid]
Bambaataa visions, colored black and gold
Grandfathered rhythms rode by future souls, Land Rove
Won't divulge the code though
I think that yo neck bone n***as should slow your roll
Poking holes, megaton load
Plumb crazy, baby-shaker pumpkin
My tongue's in the Navy
You pay me one-tenth, will a man rob God?
That’s rhetorical
Stuck with no drawers, frozen tundra, calling audibles
Necessary measures over imaginary morals, bruh
It’ll change like love, I’m feeling like the plug
Nootropic drugs spilling on camel rugs
Got my plan hooked up, sweet science
Greased face, right jab feinter
Fuck around, leave Mike Tyson on a pacemaker, wilin
Goddammit, I know you see me stylin
From the Boondocks, I met Parrish Smith at McDonald’s (facts)
First job, I was mopping behind the register (sixteen)
My medical is purple, I’m heaven cellular
It’s been real, you’ve been so regular
Run and tell my horse you better hurry up
Get the lead out, belly up, before the body bled out
Bet my number on the night
Fever dreaming by the cloisters cliff
Hot like when the oysters broil bitch
Flow's an oil slick, all toys destroyed but homies bought a fifth
[Chorus: Elucid]
Oh it’s like that, oh it's like that?
Oh it’s like that, oh it's like that?
Oh it’s like that, oh it's like that?
Oh it’s like that?
Oh it's like, Oh it's like
Oh it’s like that, oh it's like that?
Oh it’s like that, oh it's like that?
Oh it’s like that, oh it's like that?
Oh it's like, oh it's like that?

[Verse 2: billy woods]
Fresh bleach on bodega flooring, four in the morning
Rolled the whole thing so when we dipped, we ride clean
Sleep on the train, dream like kings
Still pop out the seat when them doors ding
Measured cuffs, reach at the weigh-in, stalk the ring
Spin on tiptoes, the beast passes
Nights at the Days Inn, the blade flashes
Horn grazed him, taste ashes
The bull slumped backwards, blood acrid
Slaves be the worst masters
Bored gaze? Give it a couple chapters
King James Version
Cue the curtains, flayed to blackness
Dark like grandma house
Don’t even come out your mouth
Broke uncles talkin how they went the wrong route
Tell me somethin' I don’t know
Or even better, float me somethin'
For the low-low, Nigaro
Give-and-go, pick and roll
That’s the game, or no