Armand Hammer — FUBU
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[Verse 1: billy woods]
Nigga Narcissus, Conrad’s ships drift through thick mist
Harlem river houses in the distance
Pure self interest, pinched change your hat’s tip
Glad to be rid of it, collar turned pitiless
Renaissance garments sparked another incident in the tenement
From rent-controlled apartments, survey markets through arcane instrument
Name too black to be tarnished, wade through carnage
T.V. lawyered of the imaging
Consummate professional, only the faintest smile when you said innocent
Flat track bullies exchanging back slaps in South Pole hoodies
Israelite capes draped, doing to much fam, pump the breaks
Slow down, send the stupid acoustics
Done ruthless through the sunroof, son you knew this
The fire in which he sit like Buddha, small violin playing chin-music
Crocodile tears, toothy grins, and [?] flying spins
Sold the win, like yeah, we gon’ see y’all again
Train plied in boom black and sharp jive
Southbound Grey Hound praying you survive
New millennium freedom ride
[Chorus: Elucid (& billy woods)]
High-tech Willie Lynch, high-def when they snitch
(The bitch set me up!) Clarence Thomas off the bench
High-tech Willie Lynch, high-def when they snitch
(The bitch set me up!) Clarence Thomas off the bench
High-tech Willie Lynch, high-def when they snitch
(The bitch set me up!) Clarence Thomas off the bench
High-tech Willie Lynch, high-def when they snitch
[Verse 2: E L U C I D]
Blacked out on knee [?] smoke
I had the priest do the read through
Copping cow tongue at the key food
They team chewed, got nowhere to cling to
Armand Hammer banner street blood at the venue
Go where I sent you, skull crunch under Timb boot
I been juiced, missing hair true, by the skin of your chipped tooth
Held loose, youth wasted on the youth, yet I showed couth
Rap sheets stretched like menu, the blunt canoed
But I don’t feel your truth, I’m far removed, on the move
Red satellite balloon, Earth transmission, nom de plume
Elucid who? prison blue and brown leather
Fuck rap, no loophole, hold whole crew’s under pressure
Get the money Chester, steering clear if you country extras
Lames and lepers, needle skip the record, do it to death
Seven fast, seven lean, blowing steam in a technicolor dream coat
Play how I post, stay out my lane folk
