Vindaloo - Armand Hammer, Billy Woods, E L U C I D

Somehow he fucked up the count

I pocketed difference and bounced

See me in the sky dancing

No ceiling

In for a penny, in for a pound

Liquor store door headshot

No stealing in broken English

White man say he bought the crown

The doors show him the fine print

Pandora’s door was open when she came in

Highest I ever got was the bottom of the pyramid

Highest I ever got was holding the bag and wondering what if I just stiffed?

Flow’s like the mold

Tide’s cold

A star in the void, like the more you know

Carnie’s bargain

Guess how much black mold your tenement hold

Hmm, are the tenants negro?

Either way, never much of a scold

Not the one to tell shawty, slow your role

The kid was keen

Made the inception

Take it from me, go get that degree

He dropped out, got rich as can be

Seen him grinning on TV, all I said was, «my G,» under my breath

Sip tea, it’s none of us left

Light skinned niggas chucking threes, I wish 'em the best

Beyond God’s law some exist

Summer’s tryst turned winter slog

That’s why you don’t invade the USSR

Saw son serve it raw, vaping on a hoverboard

Genuflected, knees to a king

When he gave him his first little necklace

If not mine, then whose?

That’s just the few that made news

Proof not seen

Why they come for me, though?

Freeload, we know (we know we know we know we know we know we know we know we

know we know we know we know)

Don’t play the hero

Old school, household smell like soul food

Slow stew

Spoon over pearl couscous

Onion loop, bundled herb

Built for comfort not for speed

All that with a whole bird plus the giblets

Black always with a capital B

Work through the years in rap by miraculous means

Shackles clink

Climbing pineapple trees, why?

Please say what I mean (mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, mean, mean)

Bask by the Sargasso sea

What’s gon' be gon' be

Riss told me to tell y’all

Hopping through the moon roof

Looking at self preservation at another level

You feel bad in your birthday outfit

Time costs more now

Thaw down

Take me to your lizard king

Man-child, hand style, pull purse string

Gangbang Earth

First and the last

Is it worth coming back?

Accustomed to the culture of cotton

And then there was crack

By that human part, sometimes, I tend to want to suppress.

Because,

the human part with me might say, Mosia, who killed my daughter in law?

I should go and shoot them.

The human part might say I must go around looking

for the Kleinhans brothers, and shoot them.

But the revolutionary in me says,

it’s over