Lyrics Stranger in the Village - Billy Woods

Stranger in the Village

Came through atop a half dead mule
Apostate marabout
Pale urchins put the swoosh on his pointy shoe
A slew of rare pelts, helm a skull of caribou
Blood on the ice shelf, snares is simple loops
Trinkets that bitches think is cute
Dirty pictures that he keep outta view
Minor riches looted from who know who
Piano wire on a spool, thread for the loom
Dog eared first edition of Barracoon
Jah Goo mix grabba that’s the jet fuel
Ivory mouth, skin so black it’s blue
Ain’t never been south, never seen the dunes
Regale 'em with tales of Khartoum
Eyes big enough to drown
Gather round, gather round
Everything for sale except the scale
Everything for sale except the scale
That’s comin' with me, that’s comin' with me, that
Everything for sale except the scale
That’s comin' with me, that’s comin' with me, that’s come
Everything for sale except the scale
That’s comin' with me, that’s comin' with me
Everything for sale except the scale
That’s comin' with me, that’s comin' with me, that’s comin' with me
You can’t pay with money, I know what’s comin'
You can’t pay with money, I know what’s comin'
You can’t pay with money, I know what’s comin'
You can’t pay with money, I know what’s comin'
Everything for sale except the scale, that’s comin' with me
Everything for sale except the scale