Ramesses II - Armand Hammer, Earl Sweatshirt, Moor Mother

Shit shout out to sky like Warren Moon did it

Blood on the trees, blood on the leaves

Lady day and the meek eating no ford

Why dipper mouth blowing snot

In the Hermes cloth of Jesus

Satched the cleanest since he copped his lace from the priest

In this tree from Jefferson County in the spaghetti roads

The most drip saints marching in

Since Toussaint with the machette

Giving body blows the beast, kept the crackers on a leash

Jesus piece, now come here

Get three-fifths a slice of this Africa cake

Diamonds south of savan I mean the pussy of Africa

Matriarchal golden crown, drum on water

Sky walker, I’m like Nina in the jungle with diamonds

I’m a Black Panther knife to the neck of King Leopold

The glamorous life, yeah

Cascading communications of no significance whatsoever

Waves of pleasure, thought you had the best til you taste better

Taste butter, the tailor tape measure touch like a lover

Doormen’s faces blend into one another

Glass panels in the sky, with the sound off

Even when you drive you fly, they rarely touch the Porsche

I never saw it, just sat stage right

The stage perfectly lit, no time for stage fright

The private jet, the landing strip

Every follicle plugged and trimmed

Zero-sum so somebody gots to win

You don’t understand the quiet it bring

Deafening, you can’t hear a thing

Sinking seats, everything got wings

Signal’s weak, sleep in Faraday Cage

Carrying in curve beak, she in the family way

The skin of my teeth, the hem of my pants

Eyes baggy, wire transfer hemorrhaging blood money bags

Under the eyes, gotta crash, display stolen artifacts

Talking ‘bout a bargain, I’ma barter back

Contraband adapting with the path, forgot the plan

Roll up on a map, I know where I am

Bloodstain on my father’s father’s land

A dirt raise ramps

Never learned how to whistle, still can’t do the moonwalk

I’m running red lights and I hate to have my picture taken

Catch me in the corner not speaking

Doesn’t mean I don’t have much to say

I bet you can’t tell when I’m tweaking

My anxiety don’t look like yours

I just relearned to skate, hands on my lady’s waist

Got a sitter, made a date

Where we at is the place of the most high

Who no know gon' know now, no doubt

We got on like a house on fire

A testimony ain’t nothing but

Being wild and living to tell the story

'19 naughty now, my uncle on a 40-run

Sawed-off on the three-quarter level

Niggas never saw it coming

All CashApp donations go toward my gold fang fund

My appreciation for your participation

Overstanding no such thing as spare change

Blank faces holding space, feeling cramped

Maybe I’m not who I thought I was

Or can be who I said I would

My conjure tongue strong blood

Immaterial to material damn cuz

Make it so, in the image of my most perfect projection

Life is anything but static, supreme mathematics

Repeating numbers, cycles patterns

Summers, winters

Starting later, ending faster

Babel question, chaos answered

Wave reflected all direction