The Eucharist - Armand Hammer

My mother used to say

A bad penny finds its own way to hell

They lovingly fashion they own crosses

Beg me to drive the nails

Followed the devil to the high place, the pinnacle

The wilderness vibrate, do-gooders miserable

The pilate silent but that’s a signal too

The Pyrex violent, the group home living proof

Like dying and coming back black as a dead tooth

Roman lions, Blue Angels through the retractable roof

Aloof Posdnuos I used to be embarrassed of

Brothers reduced to that «do you like rap?»

hustle

Back before your man let the mack off on forty-deuce

Negros say, «let's stick together» then make funny moves

Black is beautiful brother, but it ain’t super glue

Guffaw what’s left of the truth under his cuticles, duke

You be dead in a cubicle 'fore you recoup

Christianity is cultural appropriation, papists

Free masons, Mason Betha came out the church like Satan

Burst out that house of worship, that thing flamin', no amen

Shoot the gift 'til it smell like metal shavings

Shoot the shit 'til I’m certain they’re idiots, then relax

Brazen, facts, the next nice neighborhood I move to

You lot get first crack, the dark skin Van Peebles

Made the rounds with the Watermelon Man sequel

Did Jay actually listen to D’Evils?

Or did he just skim through it?

I took the Shyne to ‘em and turned Jewish

In the prophecy…