Lyrics King Tubby - Armand Hammer

King Tubby

We still talkin' about slavery
But these are my proof to show you that slavery helped
Yeah, I’ve got the seventh seal in my hand
Still waiting on that commencement speech invitiation
Cash strapped HBCU, but I’ll take it
Plagiarized «This Is Water»
No Foster Wallace, but I’ll fake it, I’ll fake it
Makeshift, transubstantiation, cup or chalice, hand shaking
Pac blood, one sip, a rapper could beat all his cases
In this side-scrolling, 8-bit bullet hell, I’m patient
Graceful as third generation bomb makers
Dancers' bodies weave the wires
Basements, arms tired, eight eyes aching
Squealing tires as per the arrangement
Hiding Places was inside my mind’s labyrinths and mazes
Heavy headed shapes who live in crawlspaces
Lord knows, it’s hard being famous
Flip phone Pan-Africans call home on occasion
Sounding happier, sounding like sincere
I sincerely hope Cape Town riddle your Acura
Mandrax under the front passenger
Deus Ex Machina every chapter
I glow in the dark, half-life under weighted blankets
Fucking on cold nights
Lead pipe banging, waves of x-ray scanning
Catch a body after tampering with the body camera
It’s a cancer
It’s a mass in the abdomen, it’s a tuned mass damper
Old man Barnum, super scammers
Tamarind daiquiri, no tough guy, I’m a dandy
No bam in the backwood, color of brandy
Acrid, greed, banana and ackee
King Tubby, wherever I’m at, that’s the hit factory
Russian waters, liquid borders
Meet me at the shore, address me as your lord
I’m with death, flipping quarters
Grilling swordfish on the back of a black orca
Opening the records, 180 gram warping
Four fingers on the lazy susan
Breathless detail, what my house of the moon meant
First drape the cruel lens
Player’s jurisprudence
Naked underneath, save for the Ruger
A real boofer, rumor
Boy with the red balloon drifting toward a new Earth
Cloud burst before the boom, like quickening in the womb
Quivers coursing through, contortions
I’m at the source, true north, new morning
Sea birds and jetsam
What I needed and a little bit extra
Yep, yep, I seen it, shiny chrome dipped in polish
Handsome gun, a mnemonic picture so you frame the logic
Your mind the greatest weapon, but your heart the biggest target
Marksman
I devour from the lands of time forgotten
Power, power, power, on the minds of those without it
Cowards in high places refute this world is ours
Flowers from misguided recruits, the light rerouted
I watch Ms. Rogers splayed on the stoop and cry for hours
They liars, only trusted through proven truth, the survivors
I’m giant, I’m giant, no weapon formed shall triumph
They left us out to dry, I recombined like I designed it
Reclining with the lions, like the coyote overcome the donkey
Raised on self reliance when Jah didn’t provide enough
Scratching and surviving, shooting tight for months
Maybe greed, maybe not, when I see Zion
Aquarius moon, the various roots consume
Ritual smoke fumed above the tomb
Ain’t no white witch bitch here on nobody broom
Aight then, boom
We tarry for whom, scarab bearer blooms
In the ruins feeling tender, render me unctuous
Ain’t no telling where I might end up
Entombed, a living artifact, far from yours
Drums or horns or harpsichords
Distant form upon horizon
You can try, but if the heart denies, find silence
Glad tidings
I tell you, see I wanna get in
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