Armand Hammer, The Alchemist, Curly Castro, Amani - Wishing Bad Lyrics

No clocks
They break you, you don't break rocks
Watch yourself rot in a box
Dirt in ya nostrils
Worms all in ya thoughts
A thousand plateaus
A constellation of prisons
An ocean of archipelagos
An algorithm

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Voices in the ventilation float different
Foucault call collect
Sound like long distance
The jack keep clipping and clipping
The rack keep clicking and clicking
Can't speak freely so we both just listen
Bad wishin'
You don't have to do a thing, the machine grind
'Til it glisten, keep time 'til it's finished
Up late sipping, I re-read old kites faded pencil
Handwritten re-relive those nights, chest tight
I'm trippin'
Use to be they bail you out for the lyching
Now it's Chinese Boxes, you disappear in the system, Ad Seg
Hospital corners on the bed, poured cement
Woke up, poured gin, Navy Strength Lord Jim
The wave big as shit
Poor kid, the natives put ya head on a stick

Niggas out here snaking, I am not mistaken
All my problems come from zero conversation
What y'all find amazing
I don't find my way in
Y'all was knocked out way before I weighed in

Stowaway in the back of the car, Biggie bled
All the clocks, Brooklyn went cold the night that manifest
No one on Church Ave made a sound until it came correct
A pound of flesh was needed to scale when time to pay respect
Fuck Puff, survivor's remorse should keep him fucked up
Riding out on a warhorse leave dummies dumbstruck
I prefer Jag then L-Boogie when unplugged
Baptist warlord Sam Sharpe we all are one blood
Public enemy number carry the one, Icarus melted his wings
He tried to carry son, Georgetown wasn't all good
Othella Harrington, Vic Paige went eye for an eye until he carried guns

Niggas out here snaking, I am not mistaken
All my problems come from zero conversation
What y'all find amazing
I don't find my way in
Y'all was knocked out way before I weighed in

Nikki 2 flame make it too hot for the rest of ya'll
Off top in the vestibule
Suck a dick, lick the balls like any real bitch would
Fistful of dollars, neck work 'til he hollers
Flip it and reverse it, she's one to look out for

I wish she'd get out more
Killer miller wild outlaw
Mouth sores
All in her feelings like a maelstrom
Smoke the number off the scale and get her nails done
I got bail money, trick
Is it snow or is it hail?
Who wan' romp with a real one
No duckin', no deal done
Don't try to play me, baby
Sometimes you tell the truth, they think you crazy
Lately, I been on some ill shit
I feel you, but you gotta chill, sis
I'd probably given you a beat but I think you'd steal
Krill smoke waft out in the east, mad dog spill
Belittled niggas, raise your tongue, what's up with the what's up?
Y'all play tough and pay for a thumb in the butt
She tell me enough, living it up, dimming to dusk
Tracks pulled from the back wide load pass through
Crude intimate tattoo, is you daft or is you dumb?
If you ask, then here it come
This is yours for now, soft and round
They come from miles around, beaming down, they say the jaws astound

Working out the building
Literally wilding for respect, waking the children
Still at it, dawn breaks, drug traffic
Patterns and schematics
Quit pressing that god damn buzzer