B.E.T. - Armand Hammer

Doing all the shit could watch the room clear

Philistines who are they

And drop-crotch junior watching knobby sweats

Sipping mango lasse on this 'loppy steps

Lifted obvious, Elucid spit the pyre, pro’ly for the youth dem

My few for this position distant, assume pretention, nickel defenses

While I read intention, rover back dacks, grease kicked under helmet

His condition make him dish it, fell asleep with the L lit

Anubis met me at the entrance, listen

Due in remembrance, sip the nectar

Echoes thump in the wall, knocking mad professor

Brooklyn Canaanite temple rusher

God is love and I just wanna fucking thrust deeper

Pull out, nut up on her pelvis, shoot well in from the gut

I’m a sour brock puffer, snuggie hazard, orange scully

Shopping for stock and stuff 'em

I see colors when I touch the track

Most young kings get they head chopped

Lumpy flat top, Nike’s pro’ly but dad stopped

Soft rocking these logging rappers, catch leg drop

Across throat, off the top turned buckle

Adjust my singlet, power moves spoke in broken English

I sinked it, now streaming, spilling pepper sauce on this kingfish

Prosecco by the magnum, yeah they gon' catch a bad one

We’re all gonna laugh at you

We’re all gonna laugh at you

We’re all gonna laugh at you

They’re all gonna laugh at you

When they rushed in look on his face pure astonishment

Cops' wet dream, they let him cook, then crack like moccasin

Pussy-whipped King Solomon, moving on up hicks in Jeraleman

Round stone smooth, deals you can’t lose

Eyebrow raised, lowest, Armand Hammer with the sickle

Superstitiously speak riddle, casino cameras swivle

The escorts fake gable, common few, one heckler

Lone government off sectors, bad husband, bitch is a broken record

One you make it this far they’re all victory cigars sky wide like Texas

Put a nigga on the map, whites come when the night’s black

Chinese New Year outside the shotgun shack

Put 'em up on that, five in service, hit the sky

through the beat ons said nigga rack

Hat to the back, jacket flack, BQE

Driver’s seat left rad as Iraq

Crest play on the last laugh track while you frown

Buried forms pile the shore, crack Barry Bonds

They wait for you on the way down, it’s a rap

One smart neighbor, a tip of the cap, a flip of the jack

Your ship lifts in water thick with flea and rats, stupid