Niggardly (Blocked Call)

Armand Hammer

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    Whatever happened to not caring?
    Just not caring
    Thirty missed calls
    Sixty minute sprawl
    Line stepper holding long shadow
    Duck and parry
    Shouldn't be this hard
    We're not splitting atoms
    String sounds can make people turn another way, today
    Laid a feather on a scale and ripped my heart out
    Weigh it up
    LED numeric trigger, sucking air out of my lungs quicker
    Blocked call, voicemail still hit ya
    Like building walls
    And throwing dead pigeons over
    I need a bigger ladder and a blowgun for the floaters

    This Tuesday: Hank Mobley to Bill Hardman
    Village Vanguard, Monday
    From Tuesday, Sonny Rollins

    Admittedly niggardly
    I won't even give these niggas bad energy
    I peep then commit it to memory
    I sleep knowing these niggas is dead to me
    I eat knowing I'm starving my enemies
    The aperitif bittersweet, no pleasure
    My heart pump ketamine
    My heart pump ketamine

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    When you have it, it's not about fast or slow
    It's the flow of traffic
    Talk till you blue in the face, bro
    It's like UPS, they still gon' fuck up the package
    I'd rather bring it myself
    All I had was an address in Maspeth
    But I know that's not really the address
    Knelt to worship, sis hiked up her habit
    Think in cursive, spit jagged fragments
    Every word out my mouth drag my people backwards
    Big tooly I deal with
    Niggas green around the gills, niggas sick
    Niggas can say what they like but if we ever did the deal
    Everybody got they split (er'ybody)
    Down to the last red cent
    Down to the last
    I don't steal, cheat, nuh see it?
    No matter what the weak heart say

    Admittedly niggardly
    I won't even give these niggas bad energy
    I peep then commit it to memory
    I sleep knowing these niggas is dead to me
    I eat knowing I'm starving my enemies
    The aperitif bittersweet, no pleasure
    My heart pump ketamine
    My heart pump ketamine

    I write when my baby's asleep
    I sit in the room in the dark
    I listen to him breathe
    I walk 'em to school, then the park
    Hold they little hands when we cross the street
    I think about my brothers that's long gone and this was all they ever dreamed (all they ever dreamed)
    People I lost to COVID-19 but it ain't do a thing to the fiends
    I have to admit I enjoy watching you wander the wilderness
    You betrayed your brother, burnt every bridge
    When your end come, you'll be alone
    When the end come I'll actually answer the phone just to drink your pain (yup)
    God marked Cain so nobody could hurt him
    Stained by that first murder
    Hard rain, face upturned
    A Sun-blackened goat herder
    7. 62 in the bandolier, the Sahara stretch
    Fear follow you home, a cuckoo in the nest
    Voodoo the cause of death, I got that new-new fresh
    I got no use for light deps
    I shine a light in the depths
    It sound dark but I'm Easy
    Devil in a Blue Dress

    Admittedly niggardly
    I won't even give these niggas bad energy
    I peep then commit it to memory
    I sleep knowing these niggas is dead to me
    I eat knowing I'm starving my enemies
    The aperitif bittersweet, no pleasure
    My heart pump ketamine
    My heart pump ketamine

    I have to change my phone card, though
    Okay?
    I'll holla at you in about, maybe a couple months

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    Composición: Pete Lawrence, Elucid, August Fanon y Billy Woods

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