Heavy Water (feat. EL-P & Breeze Brewin)

That's a few centuries No-no doubt No-no doubt Like-like-like Yeah Like-like-like it or not Time to be bold, screamin' in a demon creole Knowin' that the native is the way to see our people As if through a peephole at the evils, they try to keep close Shit is hard but regardless, the gods is given cheat codes Nod to cheatin' on some people's That's the fuck the fame with a lust for shame Now adjust the game, divulge Nick of time, kick a rhyme, tell 'em we know Yelling, why y'all tryna trick the hood, whip 'em good, devo Multi-verse benzino Rode back on a black Pegasus Medusa's head in a sack Senegalese twists snakin' out the bag I come bearing gifts, rat, fleas, cave bats, black exorcist Clarence 13x had the white girls sick Shimmy down the steps with a wink Yakubian experiments, gain of function in the kitchen sink The stage plot was a hundred and eight mics and two centrifuges A hepa filter glove box, brand-new offline computers Simulation rebooters New version, I'm gunnin' for light, the void's useless It's all a stab in the back, et tu Brute-ers Brutalists blue boys movin', they shootin' Nothin' new, Google Chrome if confusin' Welcome home to the truth, big crime proof It's a ruse, you a feeder without use, throw the deuce Come and hang with the gang, all time slang Want a clue, say indelible the crew, fuck are you? My fight different, tight twisted Begat a nemesis and flight griffon Might flip and peggin' a pegasus, I'm a fiend, addiction is diction Regular reckless, Halloween type of victim that's stickin' eggs in your crevices Gun him good, 'til understood, that's some gotcha Quit scrubbin' y'all ass after runnin' the bath with Baphomet Badness, y'all comin' with plots, settin' up savage shit I'm Brad Pitt, what's in the box? Givin' em graf, legit You lunch in a box, maybe don't talk, run, hoof it I'll make it all stop, eminence front, talk butchers Good in a crunch, you know this bunch walk crooked Raised in the waves of a collapsing star cooking Dead or be quick, I'm on the last clip sweatin' Front to the flames, back to the black pit, weapon Steadily aimed, couldn't be tamed, too reckless You entertain, we bring the game, true bedlam Toxic Avenger out here gaslightin' Cadavers shudder with lightnin' Villagers apathetic so crowd sounds is piped in The film black and white, who better to play the niggas than white men Mexican meth in the Old West The play within the play was G-dep as Macbeth Ashanti gold on Queen Elizabeth neck Scarification across both breasts