Letra de ' Indian Summer (feat. Armand Hammer) ' de The Alchemist

You understand me?
Couldn't read music or write it
No connections, no car, no money
No bankroll, no clothes, no nothin'
All I had was the will and the love for music

I swore vengeance in the seventh grade
Not on one man, the whole human race
I'm almost done, God be praised
I'm almost done, erry debt gets paid
I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it
We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated
Came home stinkin' of gas in the evening
It wasn't any one thing, it was the sequence
The intoxication of countin' cash in secret
The secret hiding places where you keep it, intimate
The strip malls, the dealerships
Six lanes across, shit job at the end of it
I knew what was up once they said: Come inside the office
Palmetto bugs flutter, the size of saucers
Clumsy, fuckers spin inside they coffins
Pluckin' guitar strings, Orpheus outside the fortress
MDC Brooklyn, the rats is gorgin'
Kill one, only bring more and more like dead explorers
I put a neat hole in Indiana Jones' fedora
For that Somali Torah, we lit up the night like Sodom and Gomorrah
Left out, face forward

I don't wanna disturb your thoughts
I don't wanna disturb your mood
When I give you one that I feel you might like
I wanna make sure you get enough of it

Pineapple spears on the bias, high science
Spiritual alliances, it's a vibe, right?
Gene splice, kettle whistle
Qadry Ismail, The Missile
Sky face wistful, I had a fistful of fucks ground to the gristle
Conditions and stipulation, past the need for affirmation
By activation, iridescent black, back to basic
I told her: Taste it
Obliged and gracious
Consent enthusiastic, splash, catch this
As if, black script, my last grift
Dumbfound myth, run wild wind, just past the line
You won't gun down the sun, I done told you again
Stiff necked, gimme mine
Press start, supercharged, stacked deck, cut the middle, uh
Fast and pray for rain, but just a trickle
Clean your own pistol, I can't walk them dogs with you, ah