Laraaji
کاور آهنگ Laraaji از The Alchemist

Laraaji

Mercy۱۴۰۴۲:۲۳

متن موزیک

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-