Billy Woods And Kenny Segal 555120

    Billy Woods And Kenny Segal

    Spider Hole 4h6k4n

    Billy Woods And Kenny Segal 555120

    Hiding Places 1w1v2u


    Holdin' my breath in the crawl space
    weight taped to my body
    Barbarians at the gate, Benghazi
    Wait, tape ain't even out yet, how the hell they get a copy?
    Survived by the grace, Grace Mugabe
    Averted eyes advised in' through the building lobby
    You don't want smoke?
    National Geographic negroes cookin' coke
    Anthropologists watchin' negroes sell dope
    A huddled coroner's corner store, jottin' notes
    Hand to hand, much as they forefathers before
    It's a good trope, trope (It's a good trope)
    Fascinating stuff
    Thumb and forefinger where the cobra clutch
    Four million USD hoverin' over some mud huts, it's nuts
    It's not the heat, it's the dust
    Sour when the wind gust, crush

    Wry smile, coppin' legal weed from fake hole in the wall
    I don't wanna go see Nas with an orchestra at Carnegie Hall
    No man of the people
    I wouldn't be caught dead with most of y'all
    "Don't call me again" what I shoulda said when he called
    Wry smile, coppin' legal weed from fake hole in the wall
    I don't want to go see Nas with an orchestra at Carnegie Hall
    No man of the people
    I wouldn't be caught dead with none of y'all
    "Don't call me again" what I'll say when you call

    It's just me in the spider hole, that's the best part
    From here, the war seem really far, the mirror was as sharp
    No beef, I cooked the chicken in lard
    Crept in your house like a thief, propped your window ajar
    First time I saw them put a trap in the car, eyes wide
    Felt like the internet, snipers in the minaret
    Little tiny spoon for the mignonette
    The job was to sit there all day and press refresh
    Decline politely, proceeded to spread the blame widely
    Rubber gloves, crisp lapels
    Bloodshot in high society, you know his turds don't smell
    To the desperate, sold spells
    Confident I'd never see him again
    And if so, what? You get what you paid for in the end

    Yeah, she's got her own game goin' on
    What does that mean?
    You know what it means
    You've got your own game goin' on
    I've got my game
    What- what's, uh, what's your game?
    Everybody's got a game

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