E L U C I D - Oblivion Reflex lyrics
[E L U C I D - Oblivion Reflex lyrics]
Generation of fictions
Man, these algorithms are getting familiar
Da damn Peggy hey, hey
Das Kapital, accelerate
Breath, eyes, and memory
Grapplin' with masters, nosebleed in the
Rafters don't get swept away
Vessel with no room for ring
Only roots remain, strippin' everything
Weave to the NuvaRing
Digi doobies in my Uber
I'm addressed by name
I got others, I get extra, check my method
Mane you look befuddled brother
Don't front like you got the range
If you ain't got the range
Prosecco rover, cup runneth over
My love is vulgar, hol' up
Hop off my scrotum, tell your bitch to commit
Don't call me woke I'm
Just that fuckin' sincere
I'm like the sum of all fears
Native son chuckin' spears
My soggy sour milky is the
Their great great grandaddy ghost was
Productin' my ear up
Me not worried, me not scared
We livin' hell and heaven there
Duly noted, fully loaded, for my
Brother bought a spare, yeah
Bear sighting genuflect, when you
See me there, yeah, yeah
Let her race through NYPD rubik, black
Sight interrogation be more freaky
Than Fellini film
Flex the ill, won't he do it? yes he will
There's some rules on these streets
That we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try
Caution
Survivors, through and through
It's in the language, in the money
It's in the school
It's in the healthcare, it's in the bank
In the real estate
Monuments in the supermarket
Ain't no more real bodegas anyway
It's in the court
In the gangrene infected arm
Of law enforcement
State, in the workplace, in the restaurant
In the chair of your home
In the algorithms where you worship
In your neighborhood, in your relationship
In the bedroom
It's about power, domination, and binaries
It encapsulates whiteness and supremacy
It got nothin' to do with your humanity
And everything to do with your humanity
And I can't hit back hard enough
And I can't hit back hard enough
And I can't hit back hard enough
And I can't hit back hard enough
Man, these algorithms are getting familiar
Da damn Peggy hey, hey
Das Kapital, accelerate
Breath, eyes, and memory
Grapplin' with masters, nosebleed in the
Rafters don't get swept away
Vessel with no room for ring
Only roots remain, strippin' everything
Weave to the NuvaRing
Digi doobies in my Uber
I'm addressed by name
I got others, I get extra, check my method
Mane you look befuddled brother
Don't front like you got the range
If you ain't got the range
Prosecco rover, cup runneth over
My love is vulgar, hol' up
Hop off my scrotum, tell your bitch to commit
Don't call me woke I'm
Just that fuckin' sincere
I'm like the sum of all fears
Native son chuckin' spears
My soggy sour milky is the
Their great great grandaddy ghost was
Productin' my ear up
Me not worried, me not scared
We livin' hell and heaven there
Duly noted, fully loaded, for my
Brother bought a spare, yeah
Bear sighting genuflect, when you
See me there, yeah, yeah
Let her race through NYPD rubik, black
Sight interrogation be more freaky
Than Fellini film
Flex the ill, won't he do it? yes he will
There's some rules on these streets
That we all go by
Dope on these streets that you don't buy
Girls in these streets that you let walk by
People on these streets that you don't try
Caution
Survivors, through and through
It's in the language, in the money
It's in the school
It's in the healthcare, it's in the bank
In the real estate
Monuments in the supermarket
Ain't no more real bodegas anyway
It's in the court
In the gangrene infected arm
Of law enforcement
State, in the workplace, in the restaurant
In the chair of your home
In the algorithms where you worship
In your neighborhood, in your relationship
In the bedroom
It's about power, domination, and binaries
It encapsulates whiteness and supremacy
It got nothin' to do with your humanity
And everything to do with your humanity
And I can't hit back hard enough
And I can't hit back hard enough
And I can't hit back hard enough
And I can't hit back hard enough