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[Intro: E L U C I D] Give it to me, give it to me (Baby) Give it to me (Blew up, baby) Give it-give it to me (This time) Give it to me, give it to me (Baby) Give it to me (Blew up, baby) Give it-give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me Give it-give it to me (This time) Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me [Verse 1: E L U C I D] Yakub blew up the moon, post fallout we kеpt it pushing That's just the jewel Fifty-ninе thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to confuse, misinfo Baby with the bathwater out the window, won't compute Scared my skinfolk, think of kinship explode Romare to rimbaud, stretch before you bend Bite before you break, magnetic dub Tracing all the shapes before they make you forget [Bridge: E L U C I D] Baby bend, baby bite Baby break, baby-baby blew up Give it to me, give it to me (Baby) Give it to me (Blew up, baby) Give it-give it to me Give it to me, give it to me (Baby) Give it to me (Blew up, baby) Give it-give it to me [Verse 2: E L U C I D] From the mud-like straw in the bricks of a walled city Cloaked in plain sight It wasn't to hype some sort of mystery They came in the night Ransack, conquest and biddings Erasing what was thought hidden Lost tongue, Babylon's Babel Blank disc still spinning Rosetta Stone, drive corrupted Overwrite, give it to me Clutched close, closer, closest Vultures come eventually Illustrious, epoch by a millennia Backwards but never linear [Verse 3: billy woods] Glimmering, glimmering, glimmering Glimmering, glimmering, glimmering, glimmering That city shimmering amidst the dunes Shining burning plastic Burn pits, the fumes writhing Whirling dervish dancing with the violin Feet light and nimble The answer's simple, they insist Grit my teeth through the worst parts of the grift Airbrush every pit I tried to keep something I tried to hide it away, Winston Smith I tried to live inside But you already know how it go with the pigs (But you already know) They had your little piggies in the fire, you were smelling delicious Last gasp of empire, they promised dead liars Catch me in a bonnet, gas mask, might cut your power Keep fucking with the cable wire Wake up tired, sleep geeked, retweet She texted, delete, delete, delete, text, delete Black teeth drawn with pliers from soft black gums Jamaican rum, yes, but not those [Outro: billy woods] Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance Dance Dance Dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance Dance Dance