Going No Place (feat. Elucid)

They filthy fucks (what else?)

Mad clumsy, saw them muttering in the corner about something

Yes, capital-S blessed, then grapple with stress

The vest was chartreuse, bet he's part sleuth

A dark art artist in the booth

Partition the loop

Disperse to veteran crews then reinstate the old rules

Warn the cynical sky-scanner

The black man's Bruce Banner is an ICamera

This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me

I was drifting, going no place. Hypnotized by sunshine maybe

Going no place because I remember yesterday

Once wore his hair with a part like the renegade

A little darker, but less handsome than Bobby Sixkiller

Came with two hands and smacks for Mac Millers

I shot John Wayne like Praswell

Scared straight, bet them shit stains in your Carhartts was heart-felt

On the perfect day I tap my crew before seppuku

On any kind of list my name is nowhere next to you

Bet in group photos I wear the turtleneck

Coyly smile with two lung fulls of purple cess

We could hit a joog or a lick

Turn your man into food with my fists

If a MAWG fuck with me he's in a dune or a ditch

Best believe

I'm much too wise for sandcastles

That's not boasting

You were used to me rapping my book list

Indeed a nigga might look bookish

You can be next in line to catch a hooked fist

But nah, right?

And my little sister's out front playing hopscotch

She's like, she's like

Dap Dunlap don't

Why I oughtta

I'm the fly Don Dada

I'm the fly Don Dada

(Shout out to milo for holding me down here)

I wear my pants how I wear my pants

Throw up my hands, but I might not dance

I don't really have a problem, that's just my face

You're in my way

When the roof ran dry had to float on faith

Fathers in the hood never got much praise

Baby blue for lawsuits in a dark arcade

Half Moon fade, unlaced kicks

Fuck running from 'ops

One way out please don't make haste

In the pocket bringing foil to the tapas spot

My name clears when the docket drops

Hoppin' John on the first of the year

Accomplishing the trip that was me switching gears

Non-linear delirium, niggardly idioms

Dreadlocked Jesus take the wheel before I plow civilians

I want you to feel, tap into brilliance

Hudson River the city I'm in

I'm chilly chill, what's really real?

Blood spray on the glass ceiling

All my niggas need hugs for daily trauma dealings

Highways kinda bub can't explain it away

Day-to-day came in waves

Wash over second nature, all grown up

Get right 'fore I'm older, stuck

Newport shorts and two bucks worth of cold cuts

That's low, cus

No love, no love

K-N-O-Dub

I'm much too wise for sandcastles

My castles are across the sea

Still within my mind