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

Hero ain’t nothing but a chopped cheese

92' Accord trunk, exotic tree

Branches grow through the bag, baggy jeans

Walk away a 34 in seam

Bring me a dream

Squeeze from the hip

Wean from the tit

Schemes through the rich

Skipping your name, nothing seem to stick

Fiending for a lick

Nothing made you, just a blip, ain’t it a bitch

Just think, what if you could just-

Lay it on dust

Did it for the rush

Hush tone on landline

White noise Babylon vampire

He a god damn liar

Arrows and AR’s, born of chaos, hey y’all

I can’t scrub the stain off

This a liberation seance, stay on

Four-headed beast with eight arm-

Lekker lekker

Invoke a name in desperate measures, they who control the weather

Whatever, whatever

AV Navy leather

Naked from the neck up

Stash the Black and Decker

Belook the Mecca

Hex-throwers anonymous

Disaster capital economic shit

The words charged inside an amulet

Doubting Thomas'

No such thing as common sense

Somber kiss, promises

It’s too late for dialogue man, talk to who?

She ain’t raised no fool

I rode through Idaho like duel

This game they don’t explain the rules

Packed house, pew to vestibule

Blue vegetables

Earthy, vegetal notes barely legible

But no less true

Like we won’t always be cool

This America, somebody gots to lose

«Not I,» said the cat, off went the gat

Let the lawyer litigate while he sit back

The perpetrator was a different shade of black

Beat the case, said let him eat cake in his raps

Service weapon in my face, all I could see was his lips chapped

Wouldn’t recognize him if I saw him today

Chokehold slowly closed the airway

«The sunken place, I can’t stay!

You built it on Indian graves!», the lead character exclaims

Christmas Eve, again with the rattling chains

Marley’s ghost, must’ve been something I smoked

Streets should choke, courthouse overflowed

This shit broke

Could tell he was waiting for us to go, to break out the coke

She said she’s still having fun, she’ll see me at home