​billy woods
Xanax
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Nowadays I write raps in Bucktown, spit ‘em in Texas
Shoot craps when my lucks down, what can I say, living reckless
One false move and you straight fool to these dudes
Ask Karniege you won’t make news
Black Jews gully like Somalian pirates, fucking up your crews
Double cassette g-blasters, we having fun, clocks flew
Speakers adjacent, blowing Jamaican like product placement
Beats is Haitian, my generation impatient
Grams is high, we can talk inflation investigation
Take you to court like Brown v. Board of Education
The New Negro got his swagger right watching Huey hit that pipe
Turn fitted backwards, hit the mic, the guts are littered backwards
Another successful flight, another drunken night
Another bisexual dike claiming she get P’s of that get right
Cannondale bike, hoodies and backpacks
The hood full of crack, you can fall through
We bridged the gap from Shaka Zulu to Joseph Mobutu
Smoking out in the jungle with the Hutu, who you?

[Verse 2: Priviledge]
Caught in the grip of the city madness, Kafka with the pen stroke
Nada with the credit on handle smoke flow, metamorphosis from
Trials of the castle, document the process, reality show parable
Need Mephistopheles with a sheet rock cannon flow
Catapult damage blows, bandage flows, attaboy
Blast patterns splatter rose, unintended consequences
Disambiguation modes, unaffected apathetic
Kids are buying every code, banging out of stereos and [?]
With Jewish and Muslim Bosnians, there was no problem
Until Interpol showed up, who said pigs can’t fly?
Bet my [?] liason is a helluva guy
Bet him cheering [?] Munich on early the next night
Swallow pints of bitter burger on that red eye flight
Amsterdam red light, all hands out of sight