Busdriver Absolutions in the Hottentot Supercluster (feat. Zeroh) lyrics

[Intro]
Absolve me of my sins and drown me in riches
The music don't make money it makes men
(It's the dude you haven't heard in a while)

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
(It's the dude you haven't heard in a while
Cause I'm ... and a permanent smile
Yeah I've been goin' on the ... trip
But I forgot at my ...)

No there were no businessmen in a small apartment
You know I'm still covered by the slave insurance
You don't get no extra points for your little humble brag
A complete picture is missing some puzzle slabs
No there are no public schools for my child prodigy
There are no courthouses for the swarm of ...
No there were no black militants to bench warm
The feds are using your phone data for revenge porn
No we didn't forget often niggas is ... rage, kill the beige
The economics nigga telling you you in the gilded age
It's easy to stop eating when your belly's full
Like it's easy to stop learning when you're failing school
Yeah, this is a beleaguered rise of fancy pants, driving ambulance
Tell the bull ? martyrs they've got an outstanding chance, candy-lands
High Brow, wanna colonize the streets of Compton
Because there are no yoga spas there, there are no vegan options

[Hook]
What could you want
With what's in our tiny world?
Our covetous ... book
Is under our kinky curls
But what makes your genius real?
Cause we all know how it feels
What makes your genius real?
How can we make them kneel?
How can we make them kneel?
How can we make them?

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

Tell the white man none of my music saved exceptional negro's pubis shaved in a computer grave
When I suggested there's a plot to murder driver and deputize his service providers to co-op my nervous fibers
There's a police officer in the room
Can you find the police officer in the room?
Conservative niggas hate fruits, say I am Gallagher
My nigga I died up on the Mayan calendar
My twisted grimace is claimed by your art blog
My heart clog
My sense of need can inseminate a guard dog
There is a police officer in the room
My nigga can you find the police officer in the room?
He's looking for the bi-racial super husbands
Nigga we always doing something, can you find him?

[Verse 3: Zeroh]
Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
True killers
My one momma with a loaded golden gun
Bullet point bust the struggle
Young son will blow a few hundred ones
Blunted funs stuntin' for the witnesses
Makin' this ground fall up in this shit
Method act toward the climax
My raps bull stems, puppet time caps
Inner spirit animal hopelessly be tryin' to find that
I know that one time they called us monkeys, now we just climb racks
Don't that make you blind to the fine ass
Can the steady grind fine tune to the divine fact
Black like her shine, dap that's her ... time
Jammin' at the crack of functions, shootin' them late
Even at night their ghetto bright so we get lunch we get fucked up off of love, sucker then hush
Be damned if I don't ... my city, that's right my city- I pity those who don't show it, I know this cause I bleed plenty
Elbow leakin', jeans are green DNA
Stream hollow elaine, come back rube a silly way
DOB Elitists, I need more weed to be star seeded
... get deeper I get deleted
Call it all cause