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

Poppycock, snot boxed, a bible trying to parley clout

Fly me on the fire twice

Send flowers for the molliwhop

Body, I… pump a hottie, I just be trying to line it up

Knock it down, domino, bondage Imma try my luck

Diamond dust up out the envelope

Why are you living true?

Look what a liar wrote

Locked up in the groove, empire state iron cloak

Cliff diver I need much higher than required dosage

Flesh prison going through the motions

Not a genius but I had a notion

Duly noted by your throat

Smoking out the culprit, all your guys I heard are ghosted

Five fifths stamped on a knuckle proper postage

I know worlds, I know oceans

Every queen through some old shit, yeah that’s cool though

Assume not an operation

Take steps before you make that pussy gape kid

You made a human, that’s collaboration

Somebody said don’t put the date in the rhyme

This ain’t no affidavit

Smoke machine

I roll like fog off the lake

Hopes and dreams stream for whatever you wanna pay

Play my tape in the Madrasa

They went to wake the Sheikh, ask «should I wait or.?»

Fuck it cut to the chase

The money imaginary I’ll send it to your phone

Kick in your door to drive the point home

What percentage of your mortgage in the form of a loan?

What do you really own?

Blood from a stone

What I told collection while wiping cappuccino foam out the beard,

like how do you reckon?

Nice church you got here, be a shame if something were to happen

Yup, even God paid protection

Reject the concept of interest on debts

Rubber cheques

The fetish is

ATM like a pussy the money still wet

Bit her lip

Blood money in a pimp piss test

Glass shoe fit the princess

Winked at the audience right when the plot twist

Only game in town so sit the fuck down, ain’t no nets

Ran in the bank like Jimmy Stewart

Surround the bank J. Edgar Hoover

The machine shudder, bolts rattle looser

In God you trust it’s not just numbers in a computer

Told the money lenders I can do you one better

Washed or unwashed in that river, to the land the lamb tethered

Disemboweled rams, the damned sit in splendor listening to the wind howl

Told the money lenders I can do you one better

Washed or unwashed in that river, to the land the lamb tethered

Disemboweled rams, the damned sit in splendor listening to the wind howl