Don't know what you thought this was
But you gonna have to die about it
Fuck up the place with blood
Who you calling a bitch?
This bitch run shit so you best run
This bitch no play, this bitch know guns
This bitch no die, you this bitch son
This bitch gon' be the last

If ever you find yourself beaten and broke
And can't feel the whip for the weight of the yoke
And fear that the night will not turn into day
Remember the darkness will show you the way
It's a long way away, it's a long way away
And I'm all alone along a long
Long long lon

(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on, ride on)
(Ride on, ride on)
Shoulda made the noose a little tighter
'Caus

Warning: Mothership reporting
Cargo number 2331 has commandeered the vessel
Warning: Mothership reporting
Cargo number 2331 is armed and he is dangerous
Warning: Mothership reporting
Cargo number 2331 is setting a new course
Warning: Mothership reporting
Mothership re

Th-th-th-this some motherfucking scripture right here, ya heard?
The good book says and all that shit, shit, shit
You want to talk about mind control?
Just flip a motherfuckin' psalm for that ass!
Open your hymnal to page sixteen, it begins with the letter 'P'!
And the God sa

A meditation
Turn the lights off

Come on and rock, rock
Back to the edge then up to the tip, it's not, not
Nice, the ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

The surface is just in service of holding the

What the fuck is you thinkin’
Better yet where the fuck is you goin’?
Get back to no star mappin’
Out here nobody knowin’
Time flyin’ and you figured
You’d fly right along with it
Not hearin’ no warnings
In the morning you go get it
Like thruster throttle play tha

By the Christians, it is written that in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood

Drink it up
Fifty years 'bout enough
Time to come back (blood, blood)
They want to call the bluff
Okay, then
Time to come back (what up!) (Blood)

Cleavers up, bring 'em here
Femurs all swing on the ceiling like a chandelier
She sittin' there in a white dress, looking like she should get it
Licking the lips of the reddest, she should invest in a head clinic
She got a pocket full of incisors and pliers
A briefcase in cas

It's too cold, be cool, ice cold
Kill up a few more, or let 'em be cool
So why don't you just speak on it?
These fools, they froze, but this g's lonely here
And gotta be working for, oh, whatever
Why the fuck you wait on the coats for?
The life binary in Morse code
Ai

Screwed up click
Make the dollars fold
Got them hurtin' boys
Why I bury them over gold
Screwed up click
Make the dollars fold
Got them hurtin' boys
Why I bury them over gold

Left, right, left
How long can we holler when it ain't no breath?
You keep killi

Hood used to check for him when he'd pull up flexing
Now he check under the hood 'fore he start the engine
Came out the stash house, something didn't smell right
He on the ground trying to look up in the tailpipe
Mighty fall for a mighty man
Had a manicure, now it's dirt and

Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down

The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes, broken promise
The thin man st

Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news
Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking
As ice melts in dark liquor, tight joint pressed freely to
Thin lips, smoke wisps, counts points on fingers
With rings emblematic of juice h

Lungs full of pine tar, kush walks the city
Scape of scrappy captains
Capes tucked in the aftermath of unassuming blueprints
Not suitable for bombings
The fires are alarming
The fire alarms are oddly calming

A water beetle jitterbugs in litter
Kitty cats across the

Ok, watch them birds fly south for the winter (winter)
Reup (rea)
Sofa cushion money for the dinner
Crank that heat up cos the winter's getting colder

The globe is getting warmer
The block is getting hotter
Younguns sippin molly water
Holla, hallelujuh
A little

Game don't wait (heavy, wait)
Eyes heavy but it's time to grind motherfucker
Can't be late (hold up, wait)
Fuck a nine-to-five, push work state-to-state (shit)
No work, no food, still eatin' off paper plates
Banana clip is a paperweight, paper mate
Tell 'em how you're mar

Protect your body
They want to take your body
They want to hurt your body
And put it in a coffin
'Cause they don't think you matter, oh no
They want to take your power, oh no

And make you even lesser, oh no
And add you to the number
Don't let them get close

Voilà! Pullin' rabbit food out a parka
Carrots catch the light right, up the block from the farmer
He got that lettuce, that cabbage, that broccoli
Tryin' to catch a fire, locks like Marley
That Chevy frame rattling like a Caribbean roof-top in the rain
And the window panes w

The enemy, called the first shot on the first ship to be
Free from your trade, I'm a traitor, so be it
We took all you have and flew off to where no one could see
Word on the radio, I'm a suspect
You don't even know the name ho, come get
Some if you want it but it ain't no fu