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Am Balance A drunken ground for my niggas
C But what if up was down for the liquor?
Am Then pour in something stiffer Filter mud from the champagne on blood
C Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
Am Ivy league, I receive, Irie vibes
C What a dream! What I mean? Idealize
Am You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven
C A statue wouldn't mourn'em so I wake up to erect, damn
Am And the bed made of women
C Who came first with a head made of chickens?
Am Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making mission
C With X-rated visions
Am And the glass
C I wish that I could live inside jazz As hecklers shackle magpie
Am Note-blowing standard Scat over improvised ragtime
C Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime [Hook]
Am Feather me or let it be
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am Tether me or sever me
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am Definitely won’t set me free
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am No, she look like a set of keys
C (My nigga, what's up?) [Verse 2]
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Am May I die from a hand that is not black
C Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
Am At the spot where he was unchained
C To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
Am C Then hug him, I'm just here, I ain't
Am here to judge him
C Am I hear the jeers, the cheers, I'm adjusted
C It's the day, it's judgement (Ankh:hers)
Am For the sippers and the drinkers
C Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
Am Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers
C Ambulance chasers bad chance ain't no mash for the bangers
Am Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger
C Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
Am I'm on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft
C You just bass to the anglers (hooked)
Am Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
C Hollerin' droppin' cosmopolitans on the crime scene
Am Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin' on white queens
C Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin [Hook]
Am Feather me or let it be
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am Tether me or sever me
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am Definitely won’t set me free
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am No, she look like a set of keys
C (My nigga, what's up?) [Verse 3]
Am Has the moon killed the sun yet?
C Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
Am A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh
C Hung sweats on the radiator Two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers
Am Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators
C Legit but quit because the lick promised them pits of paper
Am Will we eliminate the innovators?
C Will we commemorate the imitators?
Am You are now set tripping with eliminators
C Life givin' persimmons So now your lemons persimmon flavored
Am Why you mixing different neighbors? Spike it
C Now the wrists are slitting razors (Ankh:hers)
Am The benefits of red wine
C Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
Am Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
C Well-designed to keep from liftin' shit [Hook]
Am Feather me or let it be
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am Tether me or sever me
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am Definitely won’t set me free
C (My nigga, what's up?)
Am No, she look like a set of keys
C (My nigga, what's up?)
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