Текст песни Gas Leak - Billy Woods

Don't wanna be the one to say it
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 existance
My ex-wife is my mistress
Your woman on a pedastal but this Ruby Ridge shit
Put your life on a grid, let niggas see how you did
Look close kids, you can see where a nigga 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
S turnin' tricks, pacin' the telly sick
Still took the money, I'm a piece of shit
Prodigal, blew the gift, it was a hell of a trip
But I'm back, rap with ya lapels in my fists
They jacked ya style, stripped it for parts
Woulda copped the carburetor, but ya man's wanted 2 large
Road to the riches lookin' like Empire Boulevard...
Black cop, inna the hour of chaos, took the day off
Summoned the ancestors with crack rock at the seance
Landrace sativas from the banks of the Mekong
Face like Madiba at Liliesleaf Farm
TSA swab my palms
Grapefruit notes, with the tarragon
Obama incense, ten percent the proceeds go to Farrakhan
It's the long con, long rifle, get the damn kids off the lawn
Tryna stop time, Taliban, tryna stop time like a movie bomb
DA on my Android party-line like I run Iran
Get out a pen
It doesn't seem like they are thinking very far ahead in terms of
Their interests. And he says, "Are you kidding?" You know,
These people are looking at quarterly reports.
And if they're in the red for two quarters, they're out. But,
Basically, they're looking at very short term profits,
Of their corporations, in competition with other corporations.
Their job is to get that next quarterly
Report into the black and their shares up