The body control was godly
It's just a hobby picked up in the lobby,
It's that nigga karate
Summer, dirt bikes and Kawasakis,
Numbers Fibonacci
Love this description of Elucid’s style:
“Growing up in the church, that definitely influenced my performance,” Elucid explains. “That's when I picked up on things I'm still uncovering to this day. You can do this thing with your voice, kind of like dynamics, going from loud to soft, to excited to hushed. That is what a preacher does, that riding the wave of an audience's emotion.”
The stories on falling out the sky are so good. Elucid really kills it and so do the others. Elucid stories are very hard to grapple with as he doesn't give straight forward references like woods does, I think thats why his skill don't get as appreciated as woods even though he is asa good as him.
No Christmas this Christmas, kitchen frigid
Space heater in the room, Chinese delivered
Watched the Knicks, every shot missed
Like airplane bottles out mini-fridges
I washed dishes, I'm an isthmus
My arm's length is quite the distance
Once distant future now day-to-day existence
My ex-wife is my mistress
Your woman on a pedastal but this Ruby Ridge s***
Put your life on a grid, let nxggas see how you did
Look close kids, you can see where a nxgga just barely slid in
Under a microscope it's clear somethin' had to give
Words glib, dress 'em up, put 'em on the track to see what you can get
Verses turnin' tricks, pacin' the telly sick
Still took the money, I'm a piece of s***
Prodigal, blew the gift, it was a hell of a trip
BUT I’M BACK, RAP WITH YA LAPELS IN MY FIST
"Play the game the right way"
F*** that, launching thirty footers (Hibachi)
I'm out here cookin'
His sports references are on point
No Christmas this Christmas, kitchen frigid
Space heater in the room, Chinese delivered
Watched the Knicks, every shot missed
Like airplane bottles out mini-fridges
I washed dishes, I'm an isthmus
My arm's length is quite the distance
Once distant future now day-to-day existence
My ex-wife is my mistress
Your woman on a pedastal but this Ruby Ridge s***
Put your life on a grid, let nxggas see how you did
Look close kids, you can see where a nxgga just barely slid in
Under a microscope it's clear somethin' had to give
Words glib, dress 'em up, put 'em on the track to see what you can get
Verses turnin' tricks, pacin' the telly sick
Still took the money, I'm a piece of s***
Prodigal, blew the gift, it was a hell of a trip
BUT I’M BACK, RAP WITH YA LAPELS IN MY FIST

You got two phones, they got all your math
Surveillance on your home while they follow the cash
Surveillance at your job, boss up your ass
Big Brother just an app on ya iPad
Verse 1: billy woods
Save the whales free Biafra bumper sticker fishtail
Into traffic "death to Israel" let the Majin?
Rock an Ishmael training camp with the red jersey early, early
Every hit dirty
a benevolent god waved his hand the cocaine was all soft
Opiates was pure but you would only gnaw
Over a spread of sable and belly lives sprinkled me everything bagel
strike anywhere light the night like a draco
forgotten at the bottom transatlantic telegraph cable
three-way calls to your other side on accident
ancestor sound far away during broad day but at night they right under your mattresses
upstate drowning up top we sailin waves pounding maybe a nigga DNA remembered how it sounded
every way is the same
you sailin its horizons someone standing in shade?
counting their change
it's a damn shame
Chorus: billy woods
I quit not for lack of effort
told my kid stop tryin to play detective, get yourself clipped
I cant respect it
sit down eat your breakfast.
Verse 2: billy woods
I made him from odds and ends, broken things
Bits and pieces, wiring and string We were never quite friends, not in that sense
That’s my nigga though, a lot of time spent
Soldering iron cut a lopsided grin
After school chain nets, lopsided rims
Key around my neck, I let myself in
Fed the creature from a tin
A black sullen thing, I kept the creature in a pen
Dead of night, women weeping, we was ready to be men
When I was weak, that’s who I sent
We got got, the more he went
That’s my man though since back back then
That’s my nigga till the end
Couldn’t pause, where one finished, the other begin
The farce was we were twins, in truth we share one skin
When he was gone I crouched, raw bloody footprints

Not really good at this but please help with the error
def got many things wrong
The stories on falling out the sky are so good. Elucid really kills it and so do the others. Elucid stories are very hard to grapple with as he doesn't give straight forward references like woods does, I think thats why his skill don't get as appreciated as woods even though he is asa good as him.
Yeah, really great concept for a track
Also I feel like this is the most clear Elucid narrative so far, albeit still really impressionistic
Central Park tomorrow 🥲🥲
Apparently this concert will be livestreamed at
SummerStageAnywhere.org
More info about the concert:
cityparksfoundation.org/events/armand-hammer/?date=20210815
So jealous. Enjoy you all who are going
😮😮
So jealous. Enjoy you all who are going
F*** NEW YORK