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Shoulda made the noose a little tighter 'Cause it ain't nobody dead, yeah We who are about to bang them drums (Bang) Beatin' on a dead body ridin' shotgun Talkin' that shit, bitch bite your tongue See that ship over your city, better run, run Your war is...

What the fuck is you thinkin’ Better yet where the fuck is you goin’? Get back to no star mappin’ Out here nobody knowin’ Time flyin’ and you figured You’d fly right along with it Not hearin’ no warnings In the morning you go get it Like thruster throt...

Ate breakfast with my ex, dead bitch Now she text me in the afterlife while I take a shit Bust my teeth with a brick Shower in a bunker Afterparty at the crib, we only huffin' duster Yellin' in a telephone under the covers Slipped in the shower now the l...

[Verse 1] Cleavers up, bring 'em here Femurs all swing on the ceiling like a chandelier She sittin' there in a white dress, looking like she should get it Licking the lips of the reddest, should invest in a head clinic She got a pocket full of incisors an...

[Verse 1] It's too cold, be cool, ice cold Kill up a few more, or let 'em be cool So why don't you just speak on it? These fools, they froze, but this g's lonely here And gotta be working for... oh, whatever Why the fuck you wait on the coats for? The l...

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Urban renewal is a rabbit hole of wiki links And one pill makes you smaller The other one's a bullet, point taken, pull it Aim it at he face at twenty paces And you'll probably hit a bystander Overpopulation is a bitch, ain't it?...

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking As ice melts in dark liquor tight joint pressed freely to Thin lips, smoke wisps, counts points...

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Lungs full of pine tar, kush walks the city Scape of scrappy captains Capes tucked in the aftermath of unassuming blueprints not suitable for bombings The fires are alarming The fire alarms are oddly calming A water beetle jitterb...

Ok, watch them birds fly south for the Winter (Winter) Reup (Rea) Sofa cushion money for the dinner Crank that heat up cos the winter's getting colder The globe is getting warmer The block is getting hotter Younguns sippin molly water Holla, Hallelujuh...

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Game don't wait (heavy. wait.) Eyes heavy, but it's time to grind motherfucker can't be late (hold up. wait.) Fuck a nine-to-five, push work state to state (shit) No work, no food still eatin' off paper plates Banana clip is a pape...

So, uhh, what kinds of stuff are you into? That's a bit forward, isn't it? Mmm, well, maybe you could come back to mine if you want Well, you know, if you want to get really dirty Finger on the button That Cold War threat Finger on the button Got that...

Voilà! Pullin' rabbit food out a parka Carrots catch the light right, up the block from the farmer He got that lettuce, that cabbage, that broccoli Tryin' to catch a fire Locks like Marley That Chevy frame rattling like a Caribbean roof-top in the rain,...

Ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves Somebody been selling them dreams again Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees again The beast buried under the streets is ‘bout to Leave the den of thieves and hooligans ready to Fettuccine the noodles...

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Somebody barking at the moon, let the dogs loose Hunt to kill, they motherfucking jaw's loose They talking out they neck, they need a long noose And a strong tree branch, angle obtuse See they think they heavy, think they talking w...

[Verse 1: Daveed] Guns on the table, mama in the back room Bitches in the kitchen, water whipping crack foam Clap foam, clack foam, please respect the trap, homie When it snap, homie You a rat, homie Roaches in the ashtray glowing Everybody blowing Or...

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Cold winter Sittin' on the table, cold dinner Wine gone but the lipstick mark on the glass let him know you had more than a Casual acquaintance With whoever you had left with at 2:15 in the PM Plus you been ignoring all his DMs A...

Born in the winter and cold chillin' The fire in the belly of burnt building Started with the roof and it worked down Went from a block to a whole town Moved from the town to the big city Built out of bricks so it felt gritty Hammer to the bricks 'til th...

[Verse 1] Don't move nothin', statue Shooter 'bout to go nuts, cashew Need cash off the books, past due Real cheese for the cooks, rat food He got drums for that ass, get fucked Get your face rearranged, Nip/Tuck Do heavy in the streets, big truck Give...

[Verse] Godsmack is how the wind feels On the face of Mike Winfield On his way home from the bar where he works Nights - the worst nights, don't nobody tip right And between the marriage offers and the fist fights And if another mother fucker touch his w...

[Verse 1] On the day when Grace was born There was a war across the sea She'd grown lovely, bright, and tall Fight and die for us all Oh Grace, won't you come back home? [Chorus] Come home Grace, come home Oh Grace, won't you come back home? [Verse...