[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