| Song | Bob Barker |
| Artist | Armand Hammer |
| Artist | Elucid |
| Artist | Billy Woods |
| Album | Paraffin |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC) |
| [00:01.000] | 作词 : Billy Woods/E L U C I D |
| [00:02.000] | 制作人 : E L U C I D |
| [00:22.588] | If you can't say f**k the police out loud and in public |
| [00:25.067] | We can't strategically build with you |
| [00:26.755] | It's a crime to be poor |
| [00:27.877] | Satellite arm of the law |
| [00:29.099] | Body snatcher |
| [00:30.126] | No man knows the hour |
| [00:31.303] | 4, 5, 6, is it my time yet |
| [00:33.178] | Full circle |
| [00:34.195] | Perfect loop like dying on my birthday |
| [00:36.104] | Cremate me in my boots |
| [00:37.495] | Scatter my ashes on an ocean |
| [00:39.139] | Imma walk on water |
| [00:40.468] | The suicide draw for the fourth quarter |
| [00:41.983] | Everybody play the fool |
| [00:43.536] | Top of the key, my shot water |
| [00:45.101] | Four classic |
| [00:45.920] | Bundled to the neck in my Sister Rosetta Tharpe sweater |
| [00:49.099] | Varsity letterman |
| [00:50.263] | To be a nigga is to eschew elegance |
| [00:52.106] | Melancholy medicine for pressures |
| [00:54.182] | Spirit swells like faces under baton strike |
| [00:56.099] | The heart hardener |
| [00:57.726] | Her raging cosmic eye shower rain revenges on those who describe the real and assume power |
| [01:02.365] | That's a wet dream |
| [01:03.286] | I woke up on fire |
| [01:04.649] | Still in the east |
| [01:05.406] | My only goal is to die free with my dick hard |
| [01:07.417] | Far from the potter's field if I'm being selfish |
| [01:10.272] | That's not my story though |
| [01:12.216] | If my mother singing glory it's cause her baby boy getting over on his own term |
| [01:16.191] | My brother too, he's so precarious |
| [01:17.856] | Ain't no flamin' chariot up north unless we torch a prison bus |
| [01:21.223] | Sterilize the wound to keep us kins who come |
| [01:24.028] | Flush in the face, a numbers game |
| [01:25.515] | Projections, start with seeds in the third grade |
| [01:28.622] | Incubation, more black bodies required |
| [01:31.239] | There's no soul in this machine |
| [01:36.791] | There's no soul in this machine |
| [01:42.283] | There's no soul in this machine |
| [02:05.061] | There's no soul in this machine |
| [02:10.633] | There's no soul in this machine |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : C. Hall for ELUCID F. Porter for The Happiest Africans SESAC |
| [00:01.000] | zuo ci : Billy Woods E L U C I D |
| [00:02.000] | zhi zuo ren : E L U C I D |
| [00:22.588] | If you can' t say f k the police out loud and in public |
| [00:25.067] | We can' t strategically build with you |
| [00:26.755] | It' s a crime to be poor |
| [00:27.877] | Satellite arm of the law |
| [00:29.099] | Body snatcher |
| [00:30.126] | No man knows the hour |
| [00:31.303] | 4, 5, 6, is it my time yet |
| [00:33.178] | Full circle |
| [00:34.195] | Perfect loop like dying on my birthday |
| [00:36.104] | Cremate me in my boots |
| [00:37.495] | Scatter my ashes on an ocean |
| [00:39.139] | Imma walk on water |
| [00:40.468] | The suicide draw for the fourth quarter |
| [00:41.983] | Everybody play the fool |
| [00:43.536] | Top of the key, my shot water |
| [00:45.101] | Four classic |
| [00:45.920] | Bundled to the neck in my Sister Rosetta Tharpe sweater |
| [00:49.099] | Varsity letterman |
| [00:50.263] | To be a nigga is to eschew elegance |
| [00:52.106] | Melancholy medicine for pressures |
| [00:54.182] | Spirit swells like faces under baton strike |
| [00:56.099] | The heart hardener |
| [00:57.726] | Her raging cosmic eye shower rain revenges on those who describe the real and assume power |
| [01:02.365] | That' s a wet dream |
| [01:03.286] | I woke up on fire |
| [01:04.649] | Still in the east |
| [01:05.406] | My only goal is to die free with my dick hard |
| [01:07.417] | Far from the potter' s field if I' m being selfish |
| [01:10.272] | That' s not my story though |
| [01:12.216] | If my mother singing glory it' s cause her baby boy getting over on his own term |
| [01:16.191] | My brother too, he' s so precarious |
| [01:17.856] | Ain' t no flamin' chariot up north unless we torch a prison bus |
| [01:21.223] | Sterilize the wound to keep us kins who come |
| [01:24.028] | Flush in the face, a numbers game |
| [01:25.515] | Projections, start with seeds in the third grade |
| [01:28.622] | Incubation, more black bodies required |
| [01:31.239] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [01:36.791] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [01:42.283] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [02:05.061] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [02:10.633] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : C. Hall for ELUCID F. Porter for The Happiest Africans SESAC |
| [00:01.000] | zuò cí : Billy Woods E L U C I D |
| [00:02.000] | zhì zuò rén : E L U C I D |
| [00:22.588] | If you can' t say f k the police out loud and in public |
| [00:25.067] | We can' t strategically build with you |
| [00:26.755] | It' s a crime to be poor |
| [00:27.877] | Satellite arm of the law |
| [00:29.099] | Body snatcher |
| [00:30.126] | No man knows the hour |
| [00:31.303] | 4, 5, 6, is it my time yet |
| [00:33.178] | Full circle |
| [00:34.195] | Perfect loop like dying on my birthday |
| [00:36.104] | Cremate me in my boots |
| [00:37.495] | Scatter my ashes on an ocean |
| [00:39.139] | Imma walk on water |
| [00:40.468] | The suicide draw for the fourth quarter |
| [00:41.983] | Everybody play the fool |
| [00:43.536] | Top of the key, my shot water |
| [00:45.101] | Four classic |
| [00:45.920] | Bundled to the neck in my Sister Rosetta Tharpe sweater |
| [00:49.099] | Varsity letterman |
| [00:50.263] | To be a nigga is to eschew elegance |
| [00:52.106] | Melancholy medicine for pressures |
| [00:54.182] | Spirit swells like faces under baton strike |
| [00:56.099] | The heart hardener |
| [00:57.726] | Her raging cosmic eye shower rain revenges on those who describe the real and assume power |
| [01:02.365] | That' s a wet dream |
| [01:03.286] | I woke up on fire |
| [01:04.649] | Still in the east |
| [01:05.406] | My only goal is to die free with my dick hard |
| [01:07.417] | Far from the potter' s field if I' m being selfish |
| [01:10.272] | That' s not my story though |
| [01:12.216] | If my mother singing glory it' s cause her baby boy getting over on his own term |
| [01:16.191] | My brother too, he' s so precarious |
| [01:17.856] | Ain' t no flamin' chariot up north unless we torch a prison bus |
| [01:21.223] | Sterilize the wound to keep us kins who come |
| [01:24.028] | Flush in the face, a numbers game |
| [01:25.515] | Projections, start with seeds in the third grade |
| [01:28.622] | Incubation, more black bodies required |
| [01:31.239] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [01:36.791] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [01:42.283] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [02:05.061] | There' s no soul in this machine |
| [02:10.633] | There' s no soul in this machine |