Scaffolds-Armand Hammer/The Alchemist

[00:00.000] 作曲 : C. Hall for ELUCID/F. Porter for The Happiest Africans (SESAC) [00:08.888] Always late with the epiphanies [00:10.212] Like "Mike could've handled that differently" [00:12.308] At least admit you had your hand in the misery [00:14.756] It's no mystery (It's no mystery), group therapy [00:17.690] I poured the kerosene and [?] watched the fire leap [00:20.361] A shred of truth is all a liar need [00:22.844] It all the burn the same when the fire feed [00:25.389] Men rack our brains over past deeds [00:27.401] Indeed the ground's cold but the bones not deep [00:32.108] Wrapped in shower curtain or bed sheet, the bones picked clean [00:35.221] Heir apparent, I inherited a blood-stained throne for a seat [00:39.269] I can't afford not to believe in things unseen [00:41.992] But belief always been dangerous to me [00:45.250] Slumped in the last pew, the pulpit packed [00:47.879] The culprits beg and accuse, executioner dons a mask [00:55.729] The transcript read like Cam'ron skits [00:58.007] Something wrong with motherfxckers, I don't know what it is [01:00.441] Am I my brother's keeper? N!gga, I got my own sh!t [01:03.690] Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses [01:06.928] The crowd want blood, the firing squad [?] face [?] [01:13.407] It's always two sides to the story [01:15.060] The gory details is online, feel like Maury [01:18.758] Am I my brother's keeper? N!gga, I got my own sh!t [01:21.256] Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses [01:25.460] Free fall, limbs flailing in the blackness, hundred hands slap hard [01:28.595] [?] sinkhole [?] landed [01:31.024] Earth move for a new gold standard [01:32.822] Armand Hammer broke exotic on grand piano [01:35.761] Melting candelabras, clocks blink midnight, no invite, who's the livest? [01:39.917] You haven't matched the meter, so you must respect it [01:42.595] As it pertains to how I [?] ayy, don't ask me no question [01:45.801] I believe in black secrecy [01:47.662] Plum to the death with language, drown in the thick of spirit [01:50.663] Bodies humbly collapse fetal, eye of a thousand needles [01:54.174] [?] heavy kick, my city [?] [01:56.932] Twenty-two under Miss [?]'s pillow, she read the room and spit snuff [02:00.997] Bought thirteen babies and outlived all but two [02:03.821] I love to talk with fools, I hate circlin' the train [02:07.078] And repeatin' myself unless I'm [?] on the stage [02:10.361] The price done doubled, the ice pebbled, the mint muddled [02:13.850] A vision, receiving all our signal [?] [02:16.600] There's a part beyond me, plus chaos