[Verse 1: billy woods]

On God

Fire and omens, lottery winners win a stonin'

E'ry bit of land stolen twice over from the Strip to the Golan

From the cane field to the pens where you hold 'em

Money don't got owners, only spenders

Money you owe us even over a fender bender

Money you know us, don't misremember (don't)

Don't bother with the bowtie and suspenders

Ain't no bean pie in my kitchen, dеad birds fryin' the tenders

Listеn, dead words come alive when I flip 'em like roaches

Survivin' the system

The blowfish still alive, its flesh was delicious, delicate

Your God was celibate

I've been selling since the Pale of Settlement

New Testament shark biters, dead molars, plucked with pliers

Slowed up, duckin' my suppliers

Holed up, grillin' up papaya, go nuts

Thought it was a gold rush, go dutch

Indian givers throats cut, spurtin'

Red dirt grows stuff, nervous

Uncertainly bite in, it tastes like murder

Industrial burgers, plastic cheese, cheap detergent

[Verse 2: ELUCID]

Yo, yo

Rising facing east at the west to dance with the sea foam

3 Feet High and Rising, barrier island, dream on

Poke a hole in silence, whatever leaks isn't yours

Inviting all that strengthens, true nectar from thorns

We came before Columbus, many names and origins

Question's been the same, I'm reporting from where the water ends

It came from out the deep, being actually human

Names that sharpen the teeth, a refusal of norm

In my truest of forms

I'm a god, to whom I've been sworn

I'm reminded, I'm a rider of storm

If you try it, you might grip up, get on

Many violences, many violences, ritual in repetition

Protected in all ways, exiting in submission

At its core, agency in taking power, scary hour

Which side are you on, which side are you on