Bitch it goes on and on
Bitch it goes on and on
Bitch it goes on and on
Gastropod Christ done wrong
Gastropod Christ done wrong
I rock from song to song

Pleasure just a measure, treasure it dearly
Don’t touch my hair brudda, sit down and hear me
Pleasure just a measure, treasure it dearly
Don’t touch my hair brudda, sit down and hear me

What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what

New Yorker birac’ Afropessimist in the Art Deco
By day mannequin, by night insurrecto
The ghosttown crew pull up, i got concentration
Lu know the ins & outs of conversation
And conservation

STAY OPTIMISTIC
MUST WARN OTHERS
MUST NOT DESPAIR
THATS ON THE HOES AND BROTHAS
STAY OPTIMISTIC
MUST WARN OTHERS
MUST NOT DESPAIR
THATS ON THE HOES AND BROTHAS

Work it out, work it out, work it out
Grab the shit and work it out
Grab the shit and work it out
Aight, boom

Family gathering was an interrogation, dining table radius of doom
My montellese father the secret agent in the room
Aight boom
Philly’s revenge on NY
Let’s fly up shit’s creek, the raft is ten-ply
Your change is superficial, Albert will never be Tensai
Black Queen too uppity, they buck the bitch
And snuff each snitch, spark Judas
How Mussolini‘s hand marred Tunis
My omnivore teeth scar prune pits
While Bennett’s percussion hits underscore my harp music (tell em)
Underscore my harp music (tell em)
Underscore my-
(Aiyyo, yo, yo...)
Where’s my unmarked grave? The FOMO hit
Be careful what you wish for, ‘fore .44 spit
My last spliff tasted chokehold crisp
Searching for rave afterparties like “we don’t know, shit”
Yeah we don’t know shit
And we don't owe shit
We sure as fuck don't owe shit