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Intro:
- Haha! We got these hot books around though order a snitch or somethin'
- It's 11:30, you weren't supposed to be here, you know, we were supposed to be there by 9
- Shit, I'll be ready
- Yeah you were always fuckin' late, you're were late for your own fuckin' funeral
Verse 1:
Initiations straight from the heart, like when Cooper died
Threw the gun on his head, assumed it was a suicide
Poppy fields we co-op, like coke from no crops
Roamin' a known spot, apron G-smocks with bloody 2Pac's
AKs in guitar cases, faces o' goons
My statue is hidden under something like ancient ruins
My Taliban worship Satan and nothin' less
Forks open your chest
Raw carnage your torn flesh
Celebrate your crematory, party hats and buzzers
Cut down in the tub, more food for the buzzards
I ain't dead in a traditional sense, make incisions amends
Got Trump, immigrant fams, we kill friends
Chorus x2:
Sewn in the bastards sow in the bad seed
Curbs from the embryo, mausoleum to the streets
Pyramids to Glenwood hall produce heat
Born under the bad side, Hashem we speak
Verse 2:
Flow's a Calico base, syllables Taurus
Yo, I see behind my back like the Eyes of Horus
Fuck fish scale, I get that shit straight from the walrus
I learn to work that scale like John Candy
Since pop left the home in the ship dipin' no pantry
Maybe straight bringin' me Gerbers so I don't die o' famine (Yay)
Sold teens and welfare cheese stale butter
Cream cheese and jelly type for dinner
Other families I flame in yola dreamt to bigger
They managed special sales are stamped up T-Bones
Striped Adidas, we jammed the barren two-tones
Satan just arrived in your Shivah, just another day
Pistol whip you 12 in the face then fuckin' walk away
Homies from the hood they get you shot for a tre bag
And Eight-ball jackets, I be cruisin' in the gray Jag'
Tom G. Warrior, I'mma go read the name tags
Chorus:
Son of a bastard, sow in the bad seed
Curbs from the embryo, mausoleum to the streets
Pyramids to Glenwood halls produce heat
Born under the bad side, Hashem we speak
Outro:
- Motherfucker!
- Fuck you, you mothafucka
This brand new Goretex, Conspiracy Worldwide
Now can anybody hear any background noise?
Something hears them
Alright, of curse this part the track it's Goretex with a new album on the way before the end of the year, that's literally the first time we've heard that in the studio
Sounds very very promisin'
Black Pyramids was written by Goretex.
Goretex released Black Pyramids on Sun Mar 29 2020.