The Gods Must Be Crazy

[Verse 1: billy woods]
Zimbabwe, Rhodesia
Drive-in movie theatre
Toyota Cressida, heavy metal speaker
Don't kill the messenger
Henry Kissinger my album's only feature

[Verse 2: E L U C I D]
Xeroxed visas, a world passport
Home where the hatred is
No mystery God
All data lost
Spirit roaming
Beast vs. harlot at the garden
Sucking tongue under starlight
My six-headed bride
Black on both sides
Purged before birth
Numb before thirst

[Verse 3: billy woods]
The happiest Africans, how I started my verse for Live Aid (85)
Rehearsed for "We Are The World" and got cut for Chris Hayes (Super high)
Had Belafonte coughing off that uptown church, that Bouday (Wide-eyed)
I went to the edge of Earth, sunburnt black as Pompeii
White women with pepper spray in they purse interpolating Beyoncé
Illegal formations

[Refrain: E L U C I D]
Your money's no good here
No good

[Verse 4: E L U C I D]
Uh, face and name logged away
I might remember, I might ask again
I be everywhere, where blessings is
Where curses come, air feels thick
The end is a six letter story
Green eyes, I'ma see you next lifetime
Somethin' on the stove if you hungry
I think I might've left in my right mind
Why I still gotta dress for a thought crime?
Camouflage vest, don't you cross ties
Thinking that you will, but you won't
Uh, looking out my third and my fourth eye
I was born on the fifth day
My drink cold and my fish fried
Spin out in every which way
I been through, I been inside

[Verse 5: billy woods]
The rock pays in scale diagrams
Coke out the sky, rocks big as your hand
A Gulfstream 5 that don't ever land
CIA scams, revolutionary plans
Overlapping Zen diagrams, overlapping
The hammer fell out your man's waistband grappling
Anything can happen if you tryna make it happen
Get head-head tapped-tapped tryna get it cracking
Mind cracked open, seeing all the patterns
Was a time, would've been oracles and seers
Now madmen squatting in caves, trains crashing through caverns
Stick figures hunting mammoth
Crude language, dick suck glyphs on tablets
Bushmen watch the world come off balance
The sky tumble
Hunter-gatherers watching black giants walk out the jungle
Alien in spaceships
Low clouds sit heavy with lightning
Men pregnant with death, frightened at the quickening
It totters on unsteady legs, boy, you invited to the christening

[Refrain: E L U C I D]
Your money's no good here
No good

[Outro]
Declined