Laraaji Lyrics – Armand Hammer, The Alchemist

Read the complete Laraaji Lyrics by Armand Hammer and The Alchemist along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Armand Hammer’s music, you can also explore Peshawar and Glue Traps, two other songs by Armand Hammer.

[Verse 1: ELUCID]
Jazz-hat like Laraaji
Black derbies and denim, Conway bag for the boosters
CocoRosie, codeine tripping, a home with no heat
Grandmaster Flash gave me a job
Coon-storage, the room is live
Myth of meritocracy, fu*k a cock n’ squeeze
Tender-headed black boys, sleeping under the ginkgo tree
Dreaming of a coming ungovernable
Make trouble for you
3D printing guns in gentrified public-schools, this is Bucktown
All I lost was my moustache, rank in five, they all cut down
What now?

[Verse 2: billy woods]
Should’ve killed me when you had the chance, now it’s out your hands
I don’t need an advance, I don’t dance
Hurts all voice-over, the camera pans
Everybodies cameraman
There’s no use writing, rest assured, a waste of words
The world doesn’t turn anymore
Half-burns, the other side will never thaw, burning books to keep warm
Should’ve killed you when you had the chance
Overseas, underpasses, cup hands shield matches
Fentanyl dream-catcher, 9-5 dream-snatcher
Bleed you slow, what you captured
Say less it’s tacit
(Should’ve killed you when I had the chance)

[Verse 3: ELUCID]
Private pleasure, beggars banquet
Weights and measures, coded-language, makes her anxious
I can taste it, when chicken heads come home to roost
No it’s no the same as, bluetooth
Emperors new groove, can’t play it straight
Fangs dipped in gold, screw-face, who knew?
My Palm Spring reparation

Pay more, be poor, that’s just basics
Ain’t no ambulance, ain’t no spaceships for no n!ggas tonight Hell no, hell no, won’t be no very special negro-show tonight

[Verse 4: billy woods]
Went to sleep in a tree and woke up to feeding
Every man to himself, thats the edict
God side with the winners (Cold facts), ‘The Thief Next To Jesus’
I wanted to be better than my father and history just repeated
Mystery guy, but ya’ll still looking for a reason
Broken airplane out the string, it’s football season
December in Cleveland, lining-up but in my heart already beating
Narrow-cot in the SRO, no mirror I already know
(??) off the stars, land in a hole
I’m through running

[Outro:]
The universe is a cycle, body of death
What is death? Is it another part of-