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Laraaji
Armand Hammer
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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, fuck a cock-and-squeeze
Tender-headed Black boys sleeping under the ginkgo tree
Dreaming of becoming ungovernable
Make trouble for you
3D-printing guns in gentrified public schools, this is Bucktown
All I lost was my mustache, rank and file, they all cut down
What now?
Should've killed me when you had the chance, now it's out your hands
I don't need an advance, I don't dance
Herzog voiceover, the camera pans
Everybody's a cameraman
There's no use writing, rest assured, you're wasting words
The world doesn't turn anymore
Half burns, the other side will never thaw, burning books to keep warm
Should've killed him when you had the chance
Overseas, underpasses, cupped hands shield matches
Fentanyl dream catcher, nine-to-five dream snatcher
Bleed you slow, what you captured (yo)
Say less, it's tacit
(Should've killed you when I had the chance)
Uh, private pleasure, beggar's banquet
Weights and measures, coded language makes her anxious
I can taste it, when chickenheads come home to roost
No, it's no the same as Bluetooth
Emperor's new groove, can't play it straight
Fangs dipped in gold, screw face, who knew?
Like Palm Spring reparation
Pay more, be poor, that's just basics
Ain't no ambulance, ain't no spaceships for no niggas tonight (ain't no)
Hell no, hell no, won't be no very special negro show tonight
Went to sleep in a tree and woke up to feeding
Every man to himself, that's the edict
God side with the winners (cold facts), the thief next to Jesus
I wanted to be better than my father, but history just repeated
Mystery god, but y'all still looking for a reason
Broken men playing out the string
It's football season, December in Cleveland
Lining up, but in my heart, already beaten
Narrow cot in the SRO, no mirror, I already know
Killers on the stairs, man in a hole, I'm through running
The universe is a cycle
Body of death
What is death?
Is it another part of-
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