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

I did not come to play with you hoes

I be up too damn early

Few Joe Cola’s short of a case

Gaps in my life, absent from photos, somehow kept the tapes

Smack the taste out yo' mouth, steamed milk, coffee and cheddar scone

I wandered Azania without a phone

Ordered step

Flash in death, when my dick get wet

Hex breaker for hire, ten thousand tiny township fires ablaze

I believe in survivors

Lowkey oppressors call me brother

Lowkey oppressors call me brother

Lowkey oppressors call me brother

Black men are white men too when convenient

Speak it like you mean it

And I never grab the mic without grabbing my-

I’mma read, I’mma read, I’mma read, I’mma read, I’mma read

I’mma read right through you

Motherfucker right through you

This is joy, this is summer

Keep alive

Keep alive

Stay alive

This is joy, this is summer

Keep alive

Keep alive

Stay alive

Jake radio, squawk and squeal

Visible exhale, Nor’easter chill

Im in layers of black

Stretching these old bones, pointed toes

Red and blue strobe play me on wax forever

Blood on the doorframe, steady leaking

Told him «take that shit across the way»

Please pass me by

I score fiends shooting the fair one

Life ain’t but fuck it

Sad chord shuffle, rushed percussion muffle

Short barrel red potato, move when I say so

They know, they know

Look mom I get paid for my thoughts, sort of

Yes that make room for me and mine

Levi on the way in due time

Shit don’t rhyme no more, but making more sense in my mind

I been all kinds of poor

I know the line divide and surviving and thriving

What side?

What side?

What side?

There’s a riot going on

What a time you chose to be born

Billy Woods wrote that line first though

Nah nah

Lone wolf and cub via Gary Grice

Hold your fire 'til you see the whites

Of their eyes, shocked life had one last surprise

I was surprised to find people rather die than cut you a slice of the pie

Nigga was aggy talkin' 'bout «I gots to gets mine»

Thats when, I knew I’d never see him alive again

Spliff like a pen, everything I wrote is in the wind

We didn’t win, and I can’t see doing it all over