[Intro: MF DOOM]
Yo yo y'all can't stand right here

[Verse 1: billy woods]
(Don't get me started)
(You know I'm stupid with it)
Passed my own crime bill
It said if you scared, go to church, you could still get killed
Life's ill
Natural life, If your lies put somebody in the cell
Ten years for trading stocks, enhancements for brokering deals
CFOs pleading out junior traders flipping
Flip you for real
Balaclava On the Judge
Gold fronts looking like Westside Gunn
That piggie squealed
Knowing he not winning on appeal
Holes in the dirt, firing squads, that's a few working class jobs
There's be morе than a few old CO's hauled in like concеntration camp guards
Oxygen tanks still shackling leg and arm
The carceral system eats its own
Post smart, dumb tweets
Not so secret police visit your home
Legal weed, but we seize any whack homegrown
Legalese is abolished
Contracts read like fuckin' Archie comics
[Refrain: MF DOOM]
Hey, yo, yo, y'all can't stand right here

Why fuck him? I'm a better writer

[Bridge: Moneynicca of Soul Glo]
Follow the flow!
Y'all can't stand right here
Follow the flow!

[Verse 2: E L U C I D]
(Yo, Yo, What kinda world?
What kinda world?
What kinda world?
What kinda world?)
The mangoes were free (What kinda world?)
But so was the shrink (What kinda world?)
The drugs was clean (What kinda world?)
Moving slow as needed (What kinda world?)
One that we asked for (What kinda world?)
It's all been fast for' (What kinda world?)
The first shall be last
Making sure I understand what I'm asking for (What kinda world?)
What kinda world?
No tax for the rest of natural black life (What kinda world?)
Between root and cross, removing one face after another (What kinda world?)
Imma write your name down
[Verse 3: Moneynicca of Soul Glo]
Rain down, roast of the town on the Steel Tipped Dove
Rain down on every type of motherfuckers that wish they was
Bathe in the blood
Last breath, said “bruv”
Rain down
Rain down, buck, guest of the pain now
The six figures from my father you son of a bitch!

[Verse 4: billy woods]
Young Winnie Mandela in the courthouse
Black bra, white blouse
Looking over my shoulder like when I get out, Imma **** you down
Old Winnie with the weave, my face wet
Pickaninny with the mango seed, my place a mess
I lick the plate clean, free COVID test
Stress will mutate your genes, we buy diabetic test strips
Show me not the ends without the means, useless
Guestlist only got me mezzanine, VIP is ruthless
I looked at the crowd, not the guillotine
Nibble amuse-bouches
The queen begs and screams, much to they amusement
Living the dream, I walked out of Denny's like it was Ruth Chris
Grabbing toothpicks
The sun too heavy to rise but the sky got a blue tint