Bitter Cassava - Armand Hammer, Pink Siifu

Lord help me I feel like the RZA

Like this what I get for helping you niggas

Before the game start you rig it

Right before my part they pulled blickas

Niggas predictable, they go left but can’t finish

She right there and neighbors in my business

Annie Lennox, Al Green penance

I’m a black hole, I’m a light bender

Water cold I’m a night swimmer

One baobab in the desert fire

Woods for the peasant pope the king’s pheasant

Roast over open coals, no kitchen

Piles of cracked chicken bones, the neighbor goat missing

Ochre out the throat where the blade kissed him

Entrails spilt, there was never a vision

There was never nothing in ‘em

The sky was indifferent, the ground hold bitter cassava

They lie ‘bout the loaves and the fishes

But not that road to perdition woooo

You ain’t never had it in front of your face

Lies told, you don’t know how that cornbread taste

Shit old, I ain’t got another hand to waste

Big biz, still dicking like I know I ain’t saved

Been round the way, in the hood I’m good

I’m around the way, walking fade, bittersweet

Teaching my kid to throw the peace sign

Thumb god double dare green slime

Run for it, run for it, come through, big chief, him bad, kung fu

Undo, plum fool, I been dumbing out

Bet it on the house, wiretapping my style

Yeah I been at it for a while

Y’all been holding out, then pop up unannounced, pounce

I wake to a jet beauty in a weave bonnet

Boil blending oil to please our scalp

Just a drip of each, I keep moving east

Rising up out of reach, unacknowledged and I’m in need

Please don’t call me king, no

We can’t have all the things

Terabyte, gigabyte, niggas bite

I heard ass taste better in the summertime, spit or die

Thunder in the sky rolling wide

Spun a vibe that didn’t feel like

You were running for time or from it

Fireflies in the jar, poke a hole so I can breathe

Steez hard to earn get up off your knee

See, I’m not the one to lean on

I’ll give you what you need

You ain’t never had it in front of your face

Lies told, you don’t know how that cornbread taste

Shit old, I ain’t got another hand to waste

Deep end, still dicking like I know I ain’t saved

Been round the way, in the hood I’m good

I’m around the way, in the hood I’m good

I’m around the way, in the hood I’m good

I’m around the way, in the hood I’m good

I’m around the way, bittersweet