Great track off of the Money Store released in 2012.
Zach Hill is the man.
Lyrics:
Hot shit, cold shit
Ok muthafucka lets do this
Came to make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness
Comin through, again and again conduit
Why dem hands wave to
High to it
Wildfire through your city
Wildfire through your whip me
Into lightning two k'nt hit three
Strikes dug out dated
Fools no dig me
End beat limbo, baba spitting
Blood in slow mo, la la chimney
Warholian nightmare
Storm the gates
25 8, twelve gauge punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
Out yo flesh
Out yo flesh
Out yo-
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
Out yo flesh
Out yo flesh
Out yo-
Stick and move, leave no proof
Discard directly after use
Forensics on that wild goose
Follow my footprints into loops
Cause I'm too high, too high
Cause I'm too high, too high
Feel like I'm never ever gonna come down
Scale richter punk weight of dis sound
Scale richter punk weight of dis sound
Down break dead space And make it drop
To the street beneath your ghetto box
Slap the beat 'til the floor boards crack 'neath the weight of this lic, step back
Off in the rhythm like beta in the bong
Got to give 'em make 'em sway like palms
In the wind my lip blow
Mic spray kyrlon
25-8 till the break of dawn
War, war
Guerilla bass, straight from the trenches
Posers impaled on picket fences
How to rest your head in roach-infested basements and smoke punk weight for breakfast
Chop shop lifted, bump till the tape deck break
Ask samo how he flipped that material girl's pancakes as zydeco copper kettles
Liquor sto', sellin' singles
Mug shots out to my people
Rollin' I double l spread eagle
Hear flow, then spit evil
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
Out yo flesh
Out yo flesh
Out yo-
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
Out yo flesh
Out yo flesh
Out yo-
War, war

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