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If You Say So

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E L U C I D - Rap

If You Say So

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April 15, 2016.

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[Intro] Shine, my nigga, shine (I mean, if you say so, sucker, uh, uh) Shine, my nigga, shine (Say it like, say it like) (Uh, uh) [Verse 1] U-Haul parked under cover of night Marked for life On that reverse white flight, got you a slice Urban renewal, dead nigga poltergeist you can't remove As a reminder Feeding on innermost anxiety and desire Sprinkling baby powder and kicks on power lines You're not forgotten (you're not forgotten) Forever Harlem shake, like no one's watching White long tees washed by the blood Plant a tree, block abandoned and bleak Can't feel the love Mask and glove off axis So-called conspiracy theories played out, live action Insidious and brilliant Republican rapper, cracker, blacked out in a hallway stature Turn the children's hands the other way To be frank, when you perpetuate the bullshit You deserve every expected reaction that you get To live and die in a hole Tiramisu-like layers of chaos and control Internalize and implode Panic attacks, asthma, tabernacle and botanical be equally packed In attempts to guide an unseen hand, a personal favor This won't take all night, [?] my pager Painting pallets, land neighbors come in malice Cut-rate shell of a broke down palace The answer is 'hell no' but it depends on who's asking (And even then) [Verse 2] They running out of slums to flip, to east and beyond (to the east and beyond) Illuminated by twenty-four hour bodega neon (and beyond) Y'all pawns You niggas better learn to swim Jamaica Bay is calling (them's jokes) I dreamed I bought a houseboat Mopped the deck with Sonny Rollins Pushed by predatory forces, old school blockbuster mortgage Say the same systemic devaluation, pure horse-shhh Warm gun smoke under detritus Case studies in economic science A generation who curses in cycles, crime blues Curse god in haikus Arranged union of iris, bride, groom Barren wombs and lost blocks, last stop Shook cops with waxed eyebrows that blast first Hot boys got crazy words You serve in broad day If nobody got knocked in the process Okay, something like a compromise, fine line divide pride and stupidity Hard to not think cynically No bold deeds and balls of pretty filigree Drawn up to be defrauded, you want all this or whatever's left Fresh carcass reek of hyena's breath Broken, bereft, dry bones resurrected Dollar store gift cards for all your efforts Can't afford to show your face around these parts no more You don't know how stacked the deck is Stress test, pressure sky high, like pop flies, sunblind brown eyes Violent with a knife, cash is king, price is right [Outro] Sold, sold, sold, sold, sold Sold, sold, sold, sold, sold Sold, sold, sold, sold, sold Sold, sold, sold, sold, sold Sold, sold, sold, sold, sold Sold, sold, sold, sold, sold Sold, sold, sold, sold, sold Sold, sold, sold, sold, sold

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