Fuhrman Tapes - Armand Hammer, Billy Woods, E L U C I D

When I grew up, move out

When I grew up, move out

When I grew up, move out

When I grew up, move out

When I, when I

Black pussy is the world’s first religion

Laying prostrate in her division of joy, I’ve been redeemed

Bareback in the valley of kings

Empire State can’t carry the weight

Ride with us or against

Attempt an execution

Shit’s too critical for a euphemism

Practical magic launder my rations

Since '99, watching society slipping past us

I won two longstanding bets on an orange fascist begrudgingly

Butter leather cover me from the elements

I ain’t buying what you selling, B

Tenement dweller knocking down wall for luxury loft

Just white presence is a value increase

Held deep under me since he

But I still peep

Every shut eye ain’t sleep

Sun rises in the east

Where planes hang low

But the pressure sky high

I feel niggas when they be like «why even try?»

I elect «Nature of the Threat» as the new black national anthem

White panther, private dancer

Shake that shit for a real nigga

Been in the spot getting slizzered for some time now

On some self-care shit, medicating

They still making me

For standing up or lying down

Unarmed, in a suit

Birthday or mine, need my philosophy

Pig reform policy is an ice pack on the gun wound

No, no no, no idea is original

That’s wisdom from a fool who’s still a

That’s not beef, it’s just I’m not that into you

Back in the east, crack fume mixed with Mr. Lean

A dank shelter from American war machine

Pills and lean, ain’t been clean since the Afghani invasion

Kush blazing, open cases, tossed a book

They rich, we barefoot

Niggas on the run, evening

Style of attack: aggressively defensive

Held a pistol, this be one of the memories

It’s the reason they don’t look you in the eye

It’s the reason they change the subject every time

It’s the reason she don’t look you in the eye

It’s the reason they change the subject every time

It’s the reason they don’t look you in the eye

It’s the reason they change the subject every time

You know the reason I don’t look you in the eye

You know the reason I change the subject every time

Blood in, till its finished

Ain’t no out, you in it

Days like hours, hours be like minutes

When in doubt, assume everybody with it

Everybody with it, everybody with it

You’d be with it too if it wasn’t you

That raw be like sodium pentothal, tell the truth

On accident

It’s cool you don’t smoke how I do, I be practicing

Cain laid his brother in a shallow grave went about his day

Yet God said not one hair on his head, now shake a leg

Those glory days of generations in the feds

Do two generations these niggas start doing drugs again

Small victories, huh?

Fled the village, accuse the wizardry, huh?

They never seen the light, personal Christ shots muffled but witnesses seen the

light

Before they dip, calmly pick that brass off the ground

Don’t call my jack with your hand out, it’s hard all around

It’s the reason they don’t look you in the eye

It’s the reason they change the subject every time

It’s the reason I don’t look you in the eye

It’s the reason-