Microdose - Quelle Chris, Armand Hammer

I was born in the year of this country’s last recorded lynching

My question is who stopped recording?

The great deceiver, name names, son of the morning, I’m drawn in

Haunt the logical, salute, spook you out your Yeezy Boosts, fuck that

How long we gotta wait till karma kick back

The same old, same old, the root’s not workin', the root’s not workin'

But I’m still here to tell you so

Life is for the living

I’m the solution, I’m the condition, I’m a symptom, I’m a witness

First instance, seeing my soul above my bed hung suspended

And I knew I could have left here

That’s not a bad thing

Slept on the wet wear, they say the hex here

Near it by and by, it’s alright

There be a certain sensitivity

Niggas cast spells everyday B

Rip the veil of mystery, wait see, there’s a history

Twist the leaf, let the bush talk

Flame shaped pitchfork

I’m no man of the cloth, when the cannon went off

Heaviest cross to carry

They say one of the four horsemen was Iraqi

The people earn what they deserve

You are the beast you worship

I rose up on the third, planetary purge

Panic prone paralysis, evacuate

Raining chaos on your Calculus, name a date

I am not astounded, I am not surprised

I am not astounded, I am not surprised

I am not astounded, I am not surprised

I am not astounded, I am not surprised

There’s a power in the locks

Display the top, the cat piece

Still laughing at the fake woke who told me it wasn’t nappy, enough

Hand cuffing season is back, cousin

Watch out for law lovers and keep ya wrists buttered up

And slick, for the sly and the wicked

No houses dropped on witches, no blind justice

I wonder if Steve pondered the fuss over pet rocks and fidget spinners

House niggas still get field dinners, served

Ironic like Orenthal James with scurvy

That win ain’t got from the presence of rock legends you are not worthy

Darwinian pins destroy and rebuild it’s major key

So we clearinghouse for the shipping CDs out COD

Need a break?

Take a knee

Need a skank?

Break a rib

Word to G-O-D

Open your leg, set it free

I hope your mind don’t find it’s way back before you wise and break free

The road less traveled wasn’t graveled for safety

So when we move the plans he don’t go tattle to Jakes, please and thanks

Cracks start to show, bleakest shadow

I’m from the dirt, Roland Garros that’s rich

For what it’s worth, gon need both those barrels, kid

Nextel chirp, my ancestors

You gon' need more than bows and arrows, you dig?

That’s my word

Can’t say anymore, probably said too much

This an open line, they retroactive with stuff

But if it was me, I’d probably kill the chief

Peace, don’t come cheap

Jacob Zuma at the computer still waters run deep

The boa blends when he reach for the machine

Sleight of hand just to rip the pockets out your jeans

Moms like, 'what the hell happened to those dungarees?'

…but enough about me

Your intro’s too long, you ain’t Ghost and Rae

Charly Windgate in jail, you can’t just up and ride that wave

It’s like niggas skipped track nine on the purple tape

Chris like, 'Woods, you overlookin the fact they got beats for days!'

I had to concede, the beats was indeed flames

Which only made it more of a shame