The Alchemist, Armand Hammer - Indian Summer lyrics

I swore vengeance in the seventh grade
Not on one man, the whole human race
I'm almost done, G-d be praised
I'm almost done, every debt gets paid
I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it
We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated
Came home stinking of gas in the evening
It wasn't any one thing, it was the sequence
The intoxication of counting cash in secret
The secret hiding places where you keep it
Intimate
The strip malls, the dealerships
Six lanes across, shit job at the end of it
I knew what was up once they said come inside the office
Palmetto bugs flutter the size of saucers
Clumsy
Fuckers spin inside the coffins
Plucking
Guitar strings, Orpheus outside the fortress
MDC Brooklyn, the rats is gorging, Kill one
Only bring more and more like dead explorers
I put a neat hole in Indiana Jones fedora
For that Somali Torah we lit up the night like
Sodom and Gomorrah
Left out, face forward

Pineapple spears on the bias
High science
Spiritual alliances
It's a vibe right?
Gene splice
Kettle whistle
Quadry ismail
The missle
Sky face wistful
I had a fistfull of fucks
Ground to the gristle
Conditions and stipulations
Past the need for affirmations
My activation
Holographic black
Back to basic
I told her taste it
Obliged and gracious
Consent enthusiastic
Splash
Catch this

As if
Black script
My last grift
Dumbfound myth
Run wild wind
Just past the line
You won't gun down the sun
I done told you again

Stiff necked
Gimme mine

Press start
Super charged
Stacked deck
Cut the middle
Fast and pray rain but just a trickle
Clean ya own pistol
I can't walk them dogs with u