[Hook]
Swallow’d pills of honor
Tomorrow forget
Follow
Heads can never be hollow
Busting sooth weapons
(x2)
[Verse 1]
Come coup de grace fully spray
Fortifying gout today
Debate enticed dry health;
Spasm drawn through the blight
I sound waiting for rhythm
Been undressed in two or three lessons
Black fervor for four hundred fucking years
Stands, striving pates and welts
Knows itself and prior
Blurred art is a feeling of prison
Substituted handle bars
Pencil thin, mustache scripture
Meek by way of contact
Mustache scripture gives way
With a tech nine boom-bap
Quantized gunpowder
Rimshot
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Day parade drifts south, protected on dreams
A clean spliff in between
Tech, four five delay
No slow nonstop, one drop
Bang converts streets to a see saw
Dropping wrong sets at right signs
Still Amiri Baraka consternation
‘cause my distance is sure of no ballistic
The staring at my shell, it says
“niggas don’t eat bacon.” (x2)
Warped mirrors:
“Shrapnel is tattooed inside me
Shrapnel is tattooed inside me
Inside me shrapnel
Confines me
Inside me shrapnel confines me
Confines me to what my mind sees
What my mind sees confines me
Confined to this block
What my mind sees
This block
Tattooed inside me
Confines me
As my mind sees.”