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

Data madden galactic flows

Shitty crack bundles litter my path back home

Following looping drones over familiar smoker’s cough

Pipe glass scorch third-degree

Every verse curse the beat, purposefully

That’s word to me

Everything begins with intention

Pending addendum to the book of coming forth by day

Lose your life trying to ride this wave

Damn straight, cream rise like tide

I’m taking mines off top

Knowing what it’s like to cha-cha slide

When it’s time to pay

I’m good at these ghetto games

I’m good at these ghetto games

Brains got blue, coop he’s flew

Few states remove

Titty deep in the Gullah swamp with a view

Flora, fauna and bandwidth drop me a line

I eat too much pussy to be a Rasta

Smoke 'em if they got 'em

My first pull was chocolate from a chalice

Many mansions, many mansions

Slanted room of solid ground

Scenic with rocky route

Too sweet, pull a tooth, free screamings

I told papi to chill on selling babies Hot Takis and blue juice

They weighed me down

Black crow perched upon chimney pipe

Dark as your worst night

Heroin dealers crane they necks against the absence of light

Curses and stones thrown, but it didn’t take flight

I laughed at how they tight

Called on god between moans

But can’t shake the feeling she faking, homes

My last meal was my own heart

You’ll take the deal, if you smart

Better yet, time’s a flat circle

Take the wheel and depart

It’s you or them, it ain’t no friends

Guns come out with the icey men

Here we go again, again

I only write for the dead, who sinned of the flesh

Lawfully wed, close range to the chest

Houston, it’s spread

Crane of the neck, take heed it’s a pledge

Spitting wheels when greed drove a wedge

Brokered a deal, now move, take the spread

Plasma congeals, more grounded than red

Taste of iron and lead

If you lie you’re steel, tough guys don’t squeal

Aim for his face, divided what’s real

You’re a fly in the web, riot for bread

Swipe crumb from the edge

Faithful tithing ten percent

Prophesied, I wouldn’t rumba with the reaper

My brother’s keeper, a chosen child amongst the people

Arbitrary evils, force lethal

What isn’t, isn’t legal

Hard to hear the trumpet

I’m a deep sleeper, but I feel like I’ve been running

It be sudden, it be sluggish the the blood through fatty arteries

Be ye at the ready, I can’t hide, this all a part of me

Presidential pardons, on the mama’s, keep my body strong

A moving target in the killing fields, cunning skill

Unbroken will, but I be so fucking weary

Whistle past the graveyard running errands

Without warning, courting heaven

Seven is the number, snatched up by the hunter

Speaking to an unframed sky

Hearing there’s no why sometimes

Fear behind the eyes don’t hide

If we gotta ride let’s ride

If we gotta ride let’s ride

Speaking to an unframed sky

Hearing there’s no why sometimes

Fear behind the eyes don’t hide

If we gotta ride, let’s ride

If we gotta ride, let’s ride

Speaking to an unframed sky

Hearing there’s no why sometimes

Fear behind the eyes don’t hide

If we gotta ride, let’s ride

Rise, rise, rise