Lyrics Bob Barker - Billy Woods , Elucid , Armand Hammer

If you can′t say fuck the police out loud and in public
We can't strategically build with you
It′s a crime to be poor
Satellite arm of the law
Body snatcher
No man knows the hour
4, 5, 6, is it my time yet
Full circle
Perfect loop like dying on my birthday
Cremate me in my boots
Scatter my ashes on an ocean
Imma walk on water
The suicide draw for the fourth quarter
Everybody play the fool
Top of the key, my shot water
Four classic
Bundled to the neck in my sister Rosetta dob sweater
Varsity led 'em into be a nigga is to Eshu elegance
Melancholy medicine for pressures
Spirit swells like faces under baton strike the hard hardener
Her aging cosmic eye shadow
Will reign
Avenge on those who describe the real and assume power
That's a wet dream
I woke up on fire
Still in the east
My only goal is to die free with my dick hard
Far from the potter′s field if I′m being selfish
That's not my story though
If my mother singing glory
It′s cause her baby boy getting over on his own terms
My brother too, it's so precarious
Ain′t no flamin' chariot up north unless we torture prison, bust
Sterilize the wound
To keep the kins who come, flushing the face, a numbers game
Projections start with seeds in the third grade
Incubation, more black bodies required
There′s no soul in this machine
There's no soul in this machine
There's no soul in this machine
There′s no soul in this machine
There′s no soul in this machine