[00:00.000] 作词 : Billy Woods
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Shabaka Hutchings
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[00:27.697] African family wilin in my WhatsApp
[00:29.863] I don't dare look
[00:31.348] Once you in, everybody gotta salute the new flag
[00:33.661] I don't care
[00:34.558] Everything top down moving forward
[00:36.567] Your sacrifice was enormous, but I got it from here
[00:39.630] Thoughts and prayers
[00:40.708] Hater said I'ma get what I deserve, Inshallah
[00:43.200] It's your lips to God's ears
[00:44.680] Dog ears, did 'em standin' on my head
[00:47.124] Dog eared books of dead writers I never read
[00:49.268] My prison shook
[00:50.563] Jailers fled with everything they could carry
[00:53.028] Line wrap around the block for the apothecary
[00:55.861]
[01:22.563] Conjure man roam the cemetery
[01:24.234] Like free safety in the secondary
[01:26.266] Body dead, but the spirit scared to leave
[01:29.002] Souls snatched out the air, Hoodoo Ed Reed
[01:31.945] Some cloned, some grown from seed
[01:34.104] Some thrown in the dirt, returned by sea
[01:36.599] Valentín Elizalde serenade my enemies
[01:39.425] Youngins put you in a blunt
[01:40.829] Maybe that's more than it seem
[01:42.592] Transubstantiation in a Honey Bourbon, Banana, or Russian Cream
[01:46.580] Word sound power create all that is seen
[01:49.358] First nothin', then fire
[01:51.846] Eight point eight pounds, he didn't cry or scream
[01:54.747] Blood smeared and flat eyed, I wonder what they dream
[01:57.907] In the before, same what's after
[02:00.662] Ants on the jungle floor carrying colorful bits of plastic
[02:06.722]

作词 : Billy Woods
作曲 : Shabaka Hutchings
African family wilin in my WhatsApp
I don't dare look
Once you in, everybody gotta salute the new flag
I don't care
Everything top down moving forward
Your sacrifice was enormous, but I got it from here
Thoughts and prayers
Hater said I'ma get what I deserve, Inshallah
It's your lips to God's ears
Dog ears, did 'em standin' on my head
Dog eared books of dead writers I never read
My prison shook
Jailers fled with everything they could carry
Line wrap around the block for the apothecary
Conjure man roam the cemetery
Like free safety in the secondary
Body dead, but the spirit scared to leave
Souls snatched out the air, Hoodoo Ed Reed
Some cloned, some grown from seed
Some thrown in the dirt, returned by sea
Valentín Elizalde serenade my enemies
Youngins put you in a blunt
Maybe that's more than it seem
Transubstantiation in a Honey Bourbon, Banana, or Russian Cream
Word sound power create all that is seen
First nothin', then fire
Eight point eight pounds, he didn't cry or scream
Blood smeared and flat eyed, I wonder what they dream
In the before, same what's after
Ants on the jungle floor carrying colorful bits of plastic