"Black Sunlight" lyrics
Armand Hammer & The Alchemist Lyrics
(feat. Kayan.a)
Took the Haze to Church
Frankincense and Myrrh
The whole thing was a blur
Laughed at first niggas politics absurd
I ain't even answer just let the weed burn
Unconcerned
Spray ya perm
Armand Hammer: Hagler N' Hearns
Shorted 'em like Bear Stearns
It's not an aberration, this how it work
Chuckled at the investigation, niggas is nerds
Cook the books with the bookworms
Iridescent blackness
Is this performative or praxis
Are we talking about practice?
Rock the kufi backwards
Magic Negro, Wesley Snipes taxes
Dark inside the Ibex with two ratchets
African accents, American names like Dave and Patrick
The game is the game, just gotta change tactics
Revolvers to automatics, back to revolvers
Nothing is static
Black Bastards Negro Humor Laugh in a casket
Yellow teeth, incisors flashin'
Some nights the sun shines, just gotta catch it
Smile niggas
Through trials rendered
In my full expression
Stressor
Pressures cooking then I got your message
Blessings
Honor self
Picking pockets
Finding joy
Blowing off the lint
With all that binds
We deserve to be up out of our minds
Black prioritize
Cup runneth over what the heart provides.
I got 5 on my shoulder
Drawing closer
In these darkersparking times
Pardon mine
Target
Guarded eyes
Free the captors
Sliding thru her gap toof
Might not be no after
I yield to where the path pulls
Oh it's gonna getcha
Caught up in a snafu
I don't wanna riff blud
I don't wanna explain self
I don't wanna constrict love
I wanna grow kale
I ain't never hoe'd myself to make the song sell
Frankincense and Myrrh
The whole thing was a blur
Laughed at first niggas politics absurd
I ain't even answer just let the weed burn
Unconcerned
Spray ya perm
Armand Hammer: Hagler N' Hearns
Shorted 'em like Bear Stearns
It's not an aberration, this how it work
Chuckled at the investigation, niggas is nerds
Cook the books with the bookworms
Iridescent blackness
Is this performative or praxis
Are we talking about practice?
Rock the kufi backwards
Magic Negro, Wesley Snipes taxes
Dark inside the Ibex with two ratchets
African accents, American names like Dave and Patrick
The game is the game, just gotta change tactics
Revolvers to automatics, back to revolvers
Nothing is static
Black Bastards Negro Humor Laugh in a casket
Yellow teeth, incisors flashin'
Some nights the sun shines, just gotta catch it
Smile niggas
Through trials rendered
In my full expression
Stressor
Pressures cooking then I got your message
Blessings
Honor self
Picking pockets
Finding joy
Blowing off the lint
With all that binds
We deserve to be up out of our minds
Black prioritize
Cup runneth over what the heart provides.
I got 5 on my shoulder
Drawing closer
In these darkersparking times
Pardon mine
Target
Guarded eyes
Free the captors
Sliding thru her gap toof
Might not be no after
I yield to where the path pulls
Oh it's gonna getcha
Caught up in a snafu
I don't wanna riff blud
I don't wanna explain self
I don't wanna constrict love
I wanna grow kale
I ain't never hoe'd myself to make the song sell
