Unstuck - Blockhead, Billy Woods

Rolled the dice

Fucked around, lost your life

Double or nothing, it’s only right

It’s only right

It’s only right!

Campaign code as coterie of the cold

Keep us on point

Blasphemy how he cracked the Cohiba for a makeshift joint

Asked no questions, she told no lies

Afterward came by gold flex on the dies

Lucid dream gone when I open my eyes

All substance controlled you sell in Dubai

Gutted inside like a brownstone in Bed-Stuy

Relaxed while Rome burned, head full of lye

Both eyes dry

Lead-line bunker, limited air supply

Both hands high

Explaining how I came unstuck in time

So ain’t none of that mine

Eight lives down 'fore he thought 'bout number nine

'Fore he thought 'bout number nine

Rolled the dice

Fucked around, lost your life

Double or nothing, it’s only right

It’s only right

It’s only right!

Starting with the man in the mirror

Morris Day and I might jack thriller

Nerve tonic, tip it in sasparilla for ya

Pipe crack said «kid, this stuff will kill ya»

Lay hands like Faith Hill over light skinned shilla

The local skeezer but, shit, I ain’t nobody either

Sweet talkin' son of a preacher

Weed hockin'

Shot over sneakers

Died for nothing but I’ve seen 'em go cheaper

Nowadays full buffet for sin eaters

Woke and wrote Kubla Khan

Or how I learned to stop worrying and roll the ball

Even though forty years had him reluctant to farm

Unbearable likeness at the end of your arm

Waiting to palm, call em

Mr. Lion versus Mr. Marv with the iron

But the work was worthless

Rolled the dice

Fucked around, lost your life

Double or nothing, it’s only right

It’s only right

It’s only right!

She asked my name I said «Blah blah blah»

She asked if that’s game I said «Not really, nah»

Layaway Carhartt buggin over Battle for Asgard

Yo Mars you rock that beat like an ascot

Good lord

You gripped the wired jaw

After the arriganment as arranged

You came home, locked the door

Unscrew the drug jar

Pocket carry like days of yore

The prices will vary with fiends seeking that raw

Freebase religion, stovetop superstition

I ran with the fish

And then hunkered down for that war of attrition

In our tenure on this planet we have accumulated dangerous evolutionary baggage.

Propensities of regression, ritual, submission to leaders, hostility to

outsiders, all of which puts our survival at risk