Gas Leak - Billy Woods

No Christmas this Christmas, kitchen frigid

Space heater in the room, Chinese delivered

Watched the Knicks, every shot missed

Like airplane bottles out mini-fridges

I washed dishes, I’m an isthmus

My arm’s length is quite the distance

Once distant future now day to day existance

My ex-wife is my mistress

Your woman on a pedastal but this Ruby Ridge shit

Put your life on a grid, let niggas see how you did

Look close kids, you can see where a nigga just barely slid in

Under a microscope it’s clear somethin' had to give

Words glib, dress 'em up, put 'em on the track to see what you can get

Verses turnin' tricks, pacin' the telly sick

Still took the money, I’m a piece of shit

Prodigal, blew the gift, it was a hell of a trip

But I’m back, rap with ya lapels in my fists

They jacked ya style, stripped it for parts

Woulda copped the carburetor, but ya man’s wanted 2 large

Road to the riches lookin' like Empire Boulevard…

Black cop, inna the hour of chaos, took the day off

Summoned the ancestors with crack rock at the seance

Landrace sativas from the banks of the Mekong

Face like Madiba at Liliesleaf Farm

TSA swab my palms

Grapefruit notes, with the tarragon

Obama incense, ten percent the proceeds go to Farrakhan

It’s the long con, long rifle, get the damn kids off the lawn

Tryna stop time, Taliban, tryna stop time like a movie bomb

DA on my Android party-line like I run Iran

get out a pen

It doesn’t seem like they are thinking very far ahead in terms of their

interests.

And he says, «Are you kidding?»

You know, these people are looking

at quarterly reports.

And if they’re in the red for two quarters, they’re out.

But, basically, they’re looking at very short term profits, of their

corporations, in competition with other corporations.

Their job is to get that

next quarterly report into the black and their shares up