Wishing Bad – Armand Hammer & The Alchemist (feat. Curly Castro & Amani)
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No clocks They break you you don’t break rocks Watch yourself rot in a box Dirt in ya nostrils Worms all in ya thoughts A thousand plateaus A constellation of prisons An ocean of archipelagos An algorithm Apply pressure to achieve desired results Voices in the ventilation float different Foucault call collect Sound like long distance The jack keep clipping and clipping The rack keep clicking and clicking Can’t speak freely so we both just listen Bad Wishin’ You don’t have to do a thing the machine grind till it glisten Keep time till it’s finished Up late sipping re-read old kites Faded pencil, handwritten Re-relive those nights chest tight I’m trippin’ Use to be they bail you out for the lyching Now it’s Chinese Boxes you disappear in the system Ad Seg, hospital corners on the bed poured cement Woke up, poured gin, Navy Strength Lord Jim, the wave big as shit Poor kid, the natives put ya head on a stick
Niggas out here snaking I am not mistaken All my problems come from zero conversation What y’all find amazing? I don’t find my way in Y’all was knocked out way before I weighed in
Stowaway in the back of the car, Biggie bled All the clocks (in) Brooklyn went Cold the night That Manifest No one on Church Ave made a sound until it came correct A pound of flesh was needed to scale When time to Pay Respect Phuck Puff Survivor’s remorse should keep him phucked up Riding out onna warhorse leave Dummies Dumbstruck I prefer Jag then L-Boogie when Unplugged Baptist warLord Sam Sharpe We all (are) One Blood… Public Enemy Numba, carry the Won Icarus melted his wings He tried to carry Sun Georgetown wasn’t all good Othella Harrington Vic Paige went eye for an eye Until he carried GUNS!
Niggas out here snaking I am not mistaken All my problems come from zero conversation What y’all find amazing? I don’t find my way in Y’all was knocked out way before I weighed in
Nikki 2 flame make it too hot for the rest of ya’ll Off top in the vestibule Suck a dick lick the balls like any real bitch would Fistful of dollars neck work til he hollers Flip it and reverse it she’s 1 to look out for I wish she’d get out more Killer miller wild outlaw Mouth sores All in her feelings like a maelstrom Smoke the number off the scale and get her nails done I got bail money trick Is it snow is it hail Who wan romp with a real one No ducket no deal dun Don’t try to play me baby Sometimes u tell the truth they think you crazy Lately I been on some I’ll shit I feel u but u gotta chill sis I prolly given u a beat but I think you’d steal Krill smoke waft Out in the east mad dog spill Belittle niggas razor tongue What’s up with the what’s up Ya’ll play tough and pay for a thumb in the butt She tell me enough Living it up Dimming to dusk Tracks pulled from the back wide load pass through Crude Intimate tattoos Is u daft or is u dumb If u asking here it comes This is yours for now Soft and round They Come from miles around Beaming down they Say The jaws astound Working out the building Literally wilding for respect waking the children Still at it Dawn breaks Drug traffic Patterns and schematics Quit pressing that gotdamn buzzer
There’s a lot of blood early on here An awful lot of blood early on here An awful lot of blood early on here