ANKH:HER
Balance
A drunken ground for my niggas
But what if up was down for the liquor?
Then pour in something stiffer
Filter mud from the champagne on blood
Might just milk a tub out my hand vein
Ivy/IV league, I receive, I revives (?)
What a dream! What I mean? Ideas (?)
You see the storm brewing way up in the heaven
A statue wouldn’t mourn’em so I wake up to erect’em/damn
And the bed made of women
Who came first with a head made of chickens?
Break the fast, break the mask on a egg-making missions With X-rated visions
And the glass
I wish that I could live inside Jazz
As hecklers (?)
Note-blowing standard
Scat over improvised ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back (?)
Feather me or let it be
(My nigga, what’s up?)
Tether me or sever me
(My nigga, what’s up?)
Definitely won’t set me free
(My nigga, what’s up?)
But you look like a set of keys
(My nigga, what’s up?)
May I die from a hand that is not black
Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot where he was unchained
To pour liquor on it and watch a King grow from the blood stains
Then hug him, I’m just here, I ain’t here to judge him
I hear the jeers, the cheers I’m adjusted
It’s the day, it’s judgement
(Ankh:hers)
For the sippers and the drinkers
Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
Pterodactyls, there are damsels, in their fingers
Ambulance chasers bad chance ain’t no mash for the bangers
Ash with a bad hand, cash for the danger
Bottom made of glass, shake that ass for the strangers
I’m on the wrath with the danglers, shaking my shaft
Preaches baths to the anglers
Drift to mausoleum, shackle my feet in 1919
Hollerin’ droppin cosmopolitans on the crime scene
Xenophobian, hemoglobin soakin’ on white queens
Pale-face invaders to foreign devils and gaijin
Feather me or let it be
(My nigga, what’s up?)
Tether me or sever me
(My nigga, what’s up?)
Definitely won’t set me free
(My nigga, what’s up?)
But you look like a set of keys
(My nigga, what’s up?)
Has the moon killed the sun yet?
Over dim sum steamed bamboo basket bun sets
A brisk run to keep the lungs fresh hung sweats
On the radiator, two shanks for the date rapers and baby tapers
Clear the vision with the spit inside the aviators
Legit but quit because the lick promised the pits of paper
Will we eliminate the innovators?
Will we commemorate the imitators?
You are now set tripping with eliminators
Life given persimmons
So now your lemons persimmon flavored
Why you mixing different neighbors?
Spike it
Now the wrists are slitting razors
Ankh:hers
The benefits of red wine
Drunken box thieves fighting bars to charge a dead mine
Iron wing Icarus, dip a bit, fly a Siamese chicken strips
Well-designed to keep from liftin’ sh*t
Feather me or let it be
(My nigga, what’s up?)
Tether me or sever me
(My nigga, what’s up?)
Definitely won’t set me free
(My nigga, what’s up?)
But you look like a set of keys
(My nigga, what’s up?)
