Wonderful - Billy Woods, Aesop Rock, Homeboy Sandman

Born in a flood on a frontier, at first light, nurse like

«You should not have come here, scumbag»

Out a love shack into a bloodbath, hustling

Young king snakes through skull tats

Knowers of the whole half, Hulk smash overture

One man motorcade, none stand holier

Cowabunga houses of the holy fuck in free New York

It’s hoodie over goalie mask, for Obi-Wan two three and four

And five and six

Open for the broke as hell and high as shit

Who write survival music, nevermind the tiny violins

Nevermind the icy-handed racketeer

We’re smashing atoms here, it’s oranges and apple care

I’m only out of bed to grapple with the hanger in the rabbit ears And pass a

little data through the atmosphere, bump in the night

Black hearts under the knife, money, it’s a wonderful life

Some people they live life

Not with my money

It’s how we do it though

You really had a wonderful life x2

Only as he died

Was there a true assessment of wasted time

Field of dreams full of landmines

Schemes over landlines

Early girl, swirl, spit her out like wine

Edge of the world, I’m where sherpas climb

Fragrant smoke curl in forgotten shrines

Pith helmet, Quinine, waves like crime

Below deck slaves lay supine

Blind lead blind cyclops rock shines

Ghetto Versailles dusted pantomime

Fly wigs spry jester’s jibes

Iago in the wings eyes like knives

Santa’s sleigh bring ways to slay kings

Conflict ice in his Super Bowl ring

Lufthansa heist be like his usual thing

Equality of man once the shrapnel fling

Drive 'round till that transponder ping

Some people they live life

Not with my money

It’s how we do it though

You really had a wonderful life x2

Dry saliva scent

I will survive in less than five attempts

I got a bad case of the whatchamacallits

I caught it crawling through the vents

Bread and circuses

For all purposes and all intents

But hear me out

The pornographics of poison gases is hella graphic

I cite my sources, they’re mostly scorpions and yellow jackets

Obi-Seven wielding force of habit

Bringing home the bacon

Faking out the telepathics

Another classic

Another ass to kick, file it

My steel toe got a lotta mileage

Tryna teach the scum to use the sun to tell what time it is

Something’s gotta give for gods and generals far as minerals and vitamins

Service with a smile and know the aisle where your item is

Live from Emerald City where the glass is greener minus all the Heinekens

Holy spirit that’s been cleared to smear your sciences

And clear your sinuses