Trauma Mic (feat. billy woods, E L U C I D & Pink Siifu)

Attention, attention Calling all motherfuckers who don't keep they word Word, yeah Say that, say that Metal is my weapon Credit all my blessings, yeah, yeah I don't debate, make exceptions So if you say, "Is this better?" Put your chest on it, say that Play back, say that I ain't heard a word you said All they say like debris in the lake, s'gone, s'gone! Dead pan in the crisper, dead rapper, no pin dropped Day tripper, dead planet, no state, no worth Fuck you know? What the fuck you know? Neo-folk, trauma mic, echo chamber, deep fake Fake deep, talking wound, say it to my face, nigga It only matters when I'm needed, nothing else Your magic grows weak with every lie you tell yourself No slave, no world, no slave, no world Who needs to think when your feet just go? Who needs to think when your mouth just run? I am the mud Waiting for the flood that they said would never come Highwater pants on the shoulders of my elders I be knowin' better, but ain't done it yet Some don't know no better and they won't There's no healing in the light, White Jesus got jokes Call me if you're close All against all My brother in Christ, there's no I in team Never wore a fitted in my life, big head bustin' out the seams Pressure bust pipes, lose your mind gettin' out our dreams Brothers tryna rhyme Told 'em it's a hundred niggas doing that right up the street Hate to say it, love to see it (love to see it) Brother dropped a project every month Got the nerve to ask if I peeped it (You can't make this shit up, man) Let me tell you a secret Them niggas ain't dyin' for you It's the other way around if you actually read it Storefront preacher, bring 'em in out the cold Hot lunch, folded chairs, couple space heaters Any one of you bums could be Jesus Fingers numb, tryna work the light That white like Mother Theresa Hype when I first laid eyes on Bathsheba Bust down, middle part, big laugh, she still called grass 'cheeba' Missionary 'cause I know God see us