If He Holla - Armand Hammer, Billy Woods, E L U C I D

Quartered off the block

Self propped up with unbearable lightness

Deadstock box on ice to be thawed in a time of crisis

Grab a mop Lord

Five swipe daily

Make more righteous hypebeasts

Rappers on High Street

Blind priests

No DOB on the ID

She rock a thousand dollar weave

Her services are well appointed

Only foots of Night see touch not my anointed

You got the motherfuckin' coin but never seemed it was short

You can’t afford to credibly question what is the law

Toys gettin' shorted

Under couple boards broke out extortion

More of a science

Slash to glory in violence

Forces

I feel so so so so so so so important

Warning

Void the sale

Golden feathers

Weights and scale

Hold my leather

Offshore tax shelter

Eat a dick my nig

St. Louis rip

Grease shine his lip

Fix your momma wig

Hop otherwise on skids

Thistler on the roof

There’s one in every family

Next year I’m bringing home the cream

Hands free

Plan B, C, and D land speed

Drug B

Bill Cook juice

Reptile skin on feet

Well, when the praises go up

It be raining gold teeth there

POV

I ain’t make the rules

I ain’t make the rules

Your God is distant

Your father never listen

God forbid your father missin'

Had to do wrong off of intuition

Son ask what I be doing in the kitchen

Kid I’m trying to beat the fucking system

Came home staring a thousand yards in the distance (Gone fishin')

Kronos swallow stones during interdiction the bitch bewitching

Zeus lay low face like he ain’t going back to prison

Now we in the weeds where ordinary turn hard to believe

Told my mentee «trees and staffs, stems and seeds»

Lookin' at me crazy

Nah I’m fucking with you B

You know me

I grew up at the reaper knee

Paperwork said they found residue on the beats

We all watched the widow weep just to be sure

I was eleven with the widow’s peak almost relieved he was gone

Gutted they don’t want that realness

When cousins and uncles caught the illness

Gone to Thanksgiving lying, dying, trying

Trapped animals stale, stole shocked it

You want a sick verse buddy you got it

Off message even when I’m on topic

My aunt was 700 miles away from my father when his sister died

Was told he stared into space numb

Was told to save my money and not to come

Better hold a stoneface in place of leisure

Please tell me about your vacation

So I can paste my face in it

In moments of pain and isolation

My mother lost a close friend

She sat with her and watched her fade

Funny the same man who failed with a screwdriver

Succeeded with AIDS

And that makes a protest or t-shirt meaningless

I stretched out both hands

To prepare for weapon stress

Afraid everyday to die as an old man

At the pace of a headache and an ounce of blood

Word to my liver

This cocktail’s the only thing that keeps me from

Killing you niggas

Damn that site passed on your album (it did?)

My people keep getting executed (they are?)

But I need to lower my volume because I’m too black to surround