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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Armand Hammer
Armand Hammer
Performer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Sampler
Kayan.a
Kayan.a
Mezzo-Soprano
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
Rap
Chaz Hall
Chaz Hall
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
Songwriter
C. Hall for ELUCID
C. Hall for ELUCID
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Willie Green
Willie Green
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Never too far Took the haze to church, frankincense and myrrh The whole thing was a blur Laughed at first, niggas' politics absurd I ain't even answer, just let the weed burn Unconcerned (You bring the stars out) Spray ya perm Armand Hammer: Hagler N' Hearns Shorted 'em like Bear Stearns It's not a aberration, this how it work Chuckling at the investigation, niggas is nerds Cook the books with the bookworms (Oh word?) Iridescent blackness Is this performative or praxis? Are we talkin' about practice? (We talkin' bout practice, man) Rock the kufi backwards, magic negro, Wesley Snipes' taxes Dark inside the Ibex with two ratchets African accents, American names like Dave and Patrick (You bring the stars out) Game is the game, just gotta change tactics (You make the night pop off) Revolvers to automatics, back to revolvers, nothing is static Black Bastards; Negro Humor; Laugh in a casket Yellow teeth, incisors flashin' Some nights the sun shines, just gotta catch it For all the world For all the world For all the world For all the world (Never too far) Smile niggas Through trials rendered in my full expression, stressor (Ayy) Pressure cookin', then I got your message, blessin' Honor self, picking pocket, finding joy, blowing off the lint (You bring the stars out) Ay, ay, ay, with all that binds We deserve to be up out our minds, black prioritize Cup runneth over what the heart provide I got five on my shoulder, drawing closer in these darker times Pardon mine, target, guarded eyes, free the captor Sliding through her gap toof, might not be no after I yield to where the path pulls, ooh, it's gon' get ya Caught up in the snafu, I don't wanna riff, blood (You bring the stars out) I don't want to explain self, I don't want to constrict love (You make the night pop off) I wanna grow kale I ain't never hoe'd myself to make the song sell, sell Ayy, for all the world (For all the world) Ayy, for all the world (For all the world) Smile nigga (Never too far) And I got the promise for my people And you mad, 'cause the promise is coming
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Chaz Jerome Hall, Billy Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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