Pergamum

Lyrics

[Intro: E L U C I D] (How does it go?) I woke up, thinkin' about this, this planet bein' wiped away (Well) Not, maybe not the planet 'cause, 'cause the Earth takes care of itself, but But us And then, uh, I turn on the radio and, heard-heard Russia was finna send rockets to space to, blow up satellites Knock out power grids in Here (Uh) I suck my teeth and kiss wrist [Verse 1: E L U C I D] Seven horrors of Babylon Scratched in the palm of a vagabond Matter and form I'm at where I belong Dedicated to babies who came feet first James Byrd, drag along Back 'em off, blasted arm Shrapnel gloss, glass and steel thunderclap, run it back Gotham Necessary toxins, block bent Jot what I feel as my heart's spent Commonwealth, livin' wages, human income Whichever way the wind front Earth either in a pair of velvet creepers, like body Dreamwork Spirit weaver do your research Every bar is a keyword, not either Kill up the rework, loop back and reverse, until New unexpected patterns with the intention to destabilize language to really get at the core of what's happenin' Tools of war plus sacrament Take, eat this my body! Take, eat this my body At the mercy of forces that can be explained, extrapolated and feared No, we don't say that word around here No, we don't say that word around here Mark on the door is home spared Poems, prayers Was it a hoax or did they really disappear? My folks been more than aware Year, after year, after year, after year, after year, after year, after year [Sample] We all thrive out here, player (ahah), player [Interlude: billy woods] Well said, it's here here Well, I, for one [Verse 2: billy woods] A long and storied history of fake thuggin' (KG) Wasn't around for boss mean muggin' 2Pac went to art school, but look at the grave they dug him (M-m) And then you shoot your cousin (M-m) Six feet deep 'fore you realize you dug it Rats with the cat drug in, beloved On the headstone, but she at home dug in Stock bones piled in the pot, bubblin' Effort'ly dance from swings of the truncheon She said, "I'm not fittin' to have a drug dealer for a husband End of discussion," and it was (It was) Regardless, the racket, Slazenger Dark, it's the fifty-seven passenger Dungeon walls was his calendar Lucy in the Sky was the Challenger A balance in all things, yes Still half-surprised, half-impressed at who still cashin' checks Like, who the fuck still smokin' shwag sess (Who?) Smilin' in hospital bed wearin' a vest, nigga sick They really want it to be '96 Talk about trauma And if that blew up, they come to your talk with the Llamas [Interlude: E L U C I D] Year, after year, after year, after year... [Outro: billy woods] Just from the sou-, from the sound of the doors, my ear My ear was detuned