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Give it to me, give it to me (Baby)
Give it to me (Blew up, baby)
Give it-give it to me (This time)
Give it to me, give it to me (Baby)
Give it to me (Blew up, baby)
Give it-give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me
Give it-give it to me (This time)
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me
Yakub blew up the moon, post fallout we kеpt it pushing
That's just the jewel
Fifty-ninе thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to confuse, misinfo
Baby with the bathwater out the window, won't compute
Scared my skinfolk, think of kinship explode
Romare to rimbaud, stretch before you bend
Bite before you break, magnetic dub
Tracing all the shapes before they make you forget
Baby bend, baby bite
Baby break, baby-baby blew up
Give it to me, give it to me (Baby)
Give it to me (Blew up, baby)
Give it-give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me (Baby)
Give it to me (Blew up, baby)
Give it-give it to me
From the mud-like straw in the bricks of a walled city
Cloaked in plain sight
It wasn't to hype some sort of mystery
They came in the night
Ransack, conquest and biddings
Erasing what was thought hidden
Lost tongue, Babylon's Babel
Blank disc still spinning
Rosetta Stone, drive corrupted
Overwrite, give it to me
Clutched close, closer, closest
Vultures come eventually
Illustrious, epoch by a millennia
Backwards but never linear
Glimmering, glimmering, glimmering
Glimmering, glimmering, glimmering, glimmering
That city shimmering amidst the dunes
Shining burning plastic
Burn pits, the fumes writhing
Whirling dervish dancing with the violin
Feet light and nimble
The answer's simple, they insist
Grit my teeth through the worst parts of the grift
Airbrush every pit
I tried to keep something
I tried to hide it away, Winston Smith
I tried to live inside
But you already know how it go with the pigs (But you already know)
They had your little piggies in the fire, you were smelling delicious
Last gasp of empire, they promised dead liars
Catch me in a bonnet, gas mask, might cut your power
Keep fucking with the cable wire
Wake up tired, sleep geeked, retweet
She texted, delete, delete, delete, text, delete
Black teeth drawn with pliers from soft black gums
Jamaican rum, yes, but not those