Bitter Cassava

Lyrics

Lord help me I feel like the RZA
 Like, this what I get for helping you niggas?
 Before the game start you rig it
 Right before my part they pulled blickas
 Niggas predictable, they go left but can't finish
 Sheetrock thin, neighbors in my business
 Annie Lennox, Al Green penance
 I'm a black hole, I'm a light bender
 Water cold I'm a night swimmer
 One baobab in the desert
 Fire woods for the peasant poach the king's pheasant
 Roast over open coals, no kitchen
 Piles of cracked chicken bones, the neighbor goat missing
 Ochre out the throat where the blade kissed him
 Entrails spilt, there was never a vision
 There was never nothing in 'em
 The sky was indifferent, the ground hold bitter cassava
 They lie 'bout the loaves and the fishes
 But not that road to perdition, woo
 You ain't never had it in front of your face
 Lies told, you don't know how that cornbread taste
 Shit old, I ain't got another hand to waste
 Big biz, still digging like I know I ain't saved
 Been 'round the way, in the hood I'm good
 I'm around the way, walking fade, bittersweet
 Teaching my kid to throw the peace sign
 Thumb god double dare green slime
 Run for it, run for it, come through, big chief, him bad, kung fu
 Undo, plum fool, I been dumbing out
 Bet it on the house, wiretapping my style
 Yeah, I been at it for a while
 Y'all been holding out, then pop up unannounced, pounce
 I wake to a jet beauty in a weave bonnet
 Boil blending oil to please our scalp
 Just a drip of each, I keep moving east
 Rising up out of reach, unacknowledged and I'm in need
 Please don't call me king, no
 We can't have all the things
 Terabyte, gigabyte, niggas bite
 I heard ass taste better in the summertime, split her thigh
 Thunder in the sky rolling wide
 Spun a vibe that didn't feel like
 You were running for time or from it
 Fireflies in the jar, poke a hole so I can breathe
 Steez hard to earn get up off your knee
 See, I'm not the one to lean on
 I'll give you what you need
 
 You ain't never had it in front of your face
 Lies told, you don't know how that cornbread taste
 Shit old, I ain't got another hand to waste
 Deep end, still digging like I know I ain't saved
 'Til I'm 'round the way, in the hood I'm good
 I'm around the way, in the hood I'm good
 I'm around the way, in the hood I'm good
 I'm around the way, in the hood I'm good
 I'm around the way, bittersweet
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:56
Key
2
Tempo
145 BPM

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