Dichotomy

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Who got the death clutch with hands cold as ice gripping the steel knife? My nights spent drinking, holding on to bitter life It ain't worth it. My body's fragile on the surface My mind ready to exit this physical place My soul verses. Everything up on the planet worthless Sent to hell, watching flames coming from your churches Send all your nurses—my sickness inflicted from curses The antidote extracted from the lines within my verses Immortal burning, we light the L for higher learning And pour Bacardi out for all the niggas 'rеady turned in Preaching devil sеrmon, gnawing. Concern is wrong Our fasting broke to make the year the holy Ramadan The Muslim-born child that recited a cruel storm That spawned on 11/26, the break of dawn See, all songs are reckless. My words stand strong My life's short like the blasts from bombs in Lebanon Self-prophecy: my body claim divine property All scripted in the stars, mastered in astrology Can't change it—the ill-fated destined to fall No second-guessing or a question to all Laws of physics on the side of living and God the life giving But dead to slice you like a devil psyched upon the children Villainous ways 'cause, these last days, niggas hold When I die, niggas pour the liquor for my crippled soul My body fall like a deck of cards, smash like A rented car, blacker than the hair of Pat Benatar Last show, niggas. I stand proud Kiss my moms for me, throw my ashes in the crowd [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] Keep your Glock on cock when you drop through my zone We spit hot rocks at cops, chopping their domes Conceal weapons—you never be spotting the chrome Sipping on Henny, rock with my nigga, Jerome In the crib's where I lay on a cold winter day With your wife naked in her socks sipping on Zay Got her legs spread eagle while I spit in them eggs Spit in them eggs, licking her face At the same time, I display rhymes uplifting my race I spit like a loaded Luger, cripple your waist I don't give a fuck, so I act suspicious to jake On my block, shit is hot like a trip to L.A Time's ticking away. I'm just living today Bag of choke, rum and coke, and it's twisting my brain No joke, we get low with a vision of pain The pain I sustain in the game will wrinkle your veins Simple and plain, I walk the long-distance terrain Soaked brown paper bag displays the night train Shit'll never change 'cause we're still living the same Step to me and my crew? You fricking insane? Position the flame, lifting your frame If you piss in my name, duck when I click and I aim O.B.S. be that clique dicking your dame Boogie-Night style with stripper sniffing the 'caine, hip to the game Make a cat sitting on fangs spread wings like a crane Take flight through the night, crack sake Sipping on planes, international until I vanish The baddest. Only God know my status