Soul Takers

[Chorus: Rafael Casal]
They said you were going crazy
Out here falling, failing
Soul takers
They gon' get you sooner or later

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Look at it it’s obvious isn't it when the hues
Steeped in blues bleed purple as if inhaling the
Fumes of a city marooned, consumed with ensuing news of a new boy
Howling at a lunar eclipse
My lips are frozen so I blue steel
Eyes a razor, the pain you feel
Cut like anger, an orange peel
Bells of danger make strangers kneel
Knell, knoll, nelly
Handling my grammar with the static of a cellie
Till it resound potent, echo out Oakland
Sniff it like I sniffed it full of Hennessy and coke
And I'm broken English and old
Burning like the earth’s center ready to explode
See it feel it taste it hear it smell it like this
The faintest scents of a minor 6th and a minor
Gassed off this, the minor catastrophe
Masochist, resides in the mastering, the mining of syntax for this
Tax the lips, tap the ass, slap the bass, mash the gas
Match the rhythm and wisdom of a city full of heavy hitters and spitters and niggas and bitches and killers
And better believe in something
Believe in belief till we leave like a leaf tryna breathe in these streets like

[Verse 2: Rafael Casal]
Better believe [?] like go go
Sweat out your weave type wet wet
Something to see type
Set from a sun on the edge of the world
Wonderin if he should jump or just wreck wreck shop
[?] to the neck
I'm a cigarette quickened to death what you expect
Sounds like the town drownin in its own clowns
And their rhymes arent even shot off yet
What to believe when you see people doing [?] Nintendo parking lot
Right by your apartment complex
Putting dents in the fence
Holes in ligaments of residents
Body count is a fucking contest. Yup
I hear that hear that
Snare, clap, bassline, pure crack, see thugs, no guns, near gats
Take notes, hang low, play, smoke, pray for folks
Make jokes, stay broke, chase hoes, pen raps
In a minute you can end up with the [?] on the corner
When you were just headin taking arizonas
Now your sip is a slip and they talk about give me your shit
And you are not the type to let em press up on ya
So why make a mona
Least i'm layin on a bed wanna know if im gonna
Let or listen to the song [?] you're just a dead reporter tryna write myself to light before the slaughtered thoughts of a goner

[Chorus: Rafael Casal]
They said you were going crazy
Out here falling, failing
Soul takers
They gon' get you sooner or later

[Outro: Rafael Casal]
Try to block this
When its running down
Reminisce
Just the story of a town