Y’all Can’t Stand Right Here

Lyrics

[Intro: MF DOOM] Yo yo y'all can't stand right here [Verse 1: billy woods] (Don't get me started) (You know I'm stupid with it) Passed my own crime bill It said if you scared, go to church, you could still get killed Life's ill Natural life, If your lies put somebody in the cell Ten years for trading stocks, enhancements for brokering deals CFOs pleading out junior traders flipping Flip you for real Balaclava On the Judge Gold fronts looking like Westside Gunn That piggie squealed Knowing he not winning on appeal Holes in the dirt, firing squads, that's a few working class jobs There's be morе than a few old CO's hauled in like concеntration camp guards Oxygen tanks still shackling leg and arm The carceral system eats its own Post smart, dumb tweets Not so secret police visit your home Legal weed, but we seize any whack homegrown Legalese is abolished Contracts read like fuckin' Archie comics [Refrain: MF DOOM] Hey, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here Why fuck him? I'm a better writer [Bridge: Moneynicca of Soul Glo] Follow the flow! Y'all can't stand right here Follow the flow! [Verse 2: E L U C I D] (Yo, Yo, What kinda world? What kinda world? What kinda world? What kinda world?) The mangoes were free (What kinda world?) But so was the shrink (What kinda world?) The drugs was clean (What kinda world?) Moving slow as needed (What kinda world?) One that we asked for (What kinda world?) It's all been fast for' (What kinda world?) The first shall be last Making sure I understand what I'm asking for (What kinda world?) What kinda world? No tax for the rest of natural black life (What kinda world?) Between root and cross, removing one face after another (What kinda world?) Imma write your name down [Verse 3: Moneynicca of Soul Glo] Rain down, roast of the town on the Steel Tipped Dove Rain down on every type of motherfuckers that wish they was Bathe in the blood Last breath, said "bruv" Rain down Rain down, buck, guest of the pain now The six figures from my father you son of a bitch! [Verse 4: billy woods] Young Winnie Mandela in the courthouse Black bra, white blouse Looking over my shoulder like when I get out, Imma **** you down Old Winnie with the weave, my face wet Pickaninny with the mango seed, my place a mess I lick the plate clean, free COVID test Stress will mutate your genes, we buy diabetic test strips Show me not the ends without the means, useless Guestlist only got me mezzanine, VIP is ruthless I looked at the crowd, not the guillotine Nibble amuse-bouches The queen begs and screams, much to they amusement Living the dream, I walked out of Denny's like it was Ruth Chris Grabbing toothpicks The sun too heavy to rise but the sky got a blue tint