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letra de laraaji - armand hammer & the alchemist

[verse 1: elucid]
jazz-hat like laraaji
black derbies and denim, conway bag for the boosters
cocorosie, codeine trippin’, a home with no heat
grandmaster flash gave me a job
coon-storage, the room is live
myth of meritocracy, f-ck a c-ck n’ squeeze
tender-headed black boys, sleeping under the ginkgo tree
dreaming of a coming ungovernable
make trouble for you
3d printing guns in gentrified public-schools, this is bucktown
all i lost was my moustache, rank in five, they all cut down
what now?

[verse 2: billy woods]
should’ve k!lled me when you had the chance, now it’s out your hands
i don’t need an advance, i don’t dancе
hurts all voice-over, the camеra pans
everybodies cameraman
there’s no use writin’, rest assured, a waste of words
the world doesn’t turn anymore
half-burns, the other side will never thaw, burnin’ books to keep warm
should’ve k!lled you when you had the chance
overseas, underpasses, cup hands shield matches
fentanyl dream-catcher, 9-5 dream-sn-tcher
bleed you slow, what you captured
say less it’s tacit
(should’ve k!lled you when i had the chance)
[verse 3: elucid]
private pleasure, beggars banquet
weights and measures, coded-language, makes her anxious
i can taste it, when chicken heads come home to roost
no it’s no the same as, bluetooth
emperors new groove, can’t play it straight
fangs dipped in gold, screw-face, who knew?
my palm spring reparation
pay more, be poor, that’s just basics
ain’t no ambulance, ain’t no sp-ceships for no n-ggas tonight h-ll no, h-ll no, won’t be no very special negro-show tonight

[verse 4: billy woods]
went to sleep in a tree, and woke up to feedin’
every man to himself, thats the edict
god side with the winners (cold facts), ‘the thief next to jesus’
i wanted to be better than my father and history just repeated
mystery guy, but ya’ll still lookin’ for a reason
broken airplane out the string, it’s football season
december in cleveland, lining-up but in my heart already beatin’
narrow-cot in the sro, no mirror i already know
[?] off the stars, land in a hole
i’m through runnin’

[outro:]
the universe is a cycle, body of death
what is death? is it another part of-

- armand hammer the alchemist

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