[Verse 1: R.A.P. Ferreira]
I’m on the party phone, bordering picric acid in sodium barbitone
Many dogs travel in packs, but do you bark alone?
Bring my friend the dark along and get cloaked in it
Think I’m smoked out, but feel so focused with it
Get to feeling that hopeless feeling
And them ghosts is nearing
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack, I ran my lick back
Laser beams and razor blades - we can fight later, I’m finna win today
Semiotic verve on full tilt
She licked the cream as it spilt
And seen Medina for spells
Seen G’s Us juking, juking, looping, grooving, doing quite well
Seen G’s Us juking, juking, looping, grooving, doing quite well
[Hook: R.A.P. Ferreria & AJ Suede]
I seen it
I seen it (I seen it)
I seen it (I seen it)
Onward is the protocol (Onward)
I seen it (I seen it)
I seen it (I seen it)
I seen it (Yeah)
Onward is the protocol
[Verse 2: AJ Suede]
Onward is thе protocol: forward, not lateral
No one likes a know-it-all, еverytime they chat with you
Bloodsuckers, one-uppers, favorite show Punishers
Not like the Marvel show, writing these on emerald scrolls
Don the party favors at your caravan, so I’m not attending
Off those Peaky Blinders I’m befriending
Build it by trade, couple carpenters
Need a T square with a compass just to measure how to form a brick
Told that I personify formlessness
Had to smoke a joint for Bruce Lee at his grave in my city
Rather be wiry or witty than dumb as fuck and scrappy
I’ll bring Goliath down to help with me
I seen it, I see it
It’s G’s Us, believe it
Told the river flow gently for the Yacht
While the princes sail to Egypt, set up shop around the block
Suede God
[Verse 3: AJ Suede]
On G’s Us
How you don’t know your own language?
How you don’t know a millennia of anguish?
Staring in amazement, mazes
Rearrange it in the labyrinth, sail the Middle Passage
Smoke the finest grasses
Jump to warp speed, net worth mycelium
Need a Warhammer for the 41st millenium, got 10 of them
Left the ship for the Starfleet
Parked the Enterprise at the swap meet
Talking that Sun Ra, outer space employment
Retrospective moments, waiting for atonement
Sub-Zero down-forward-punch, get frozen
Staring too long, get sick from the motion
What’s the commotion? Oh my Lord
It’s the Suede God with reverse blade sword
Ocean to ocean, feds getting bored
Got us on the pyramid all across the board
Yeah
[Verse 4: R.A.P. Ferreira]
From out the briar patch
The loneliest monk in the [?]
The gnostic’s back
The praying mantis at the atheist picnic
Dr. Lipschitz on another book tour, why they look so demure?
G’s Us let it all hang
From long range to ball-peen, you know it’s the small things
Not Europeans, not quite American, definitely African
Though I never stepped foot on the continent, so perhaps this is nonsense I’m trafficking
I took the steam valve, the pinball machine dinged seemingly inconsequentially
Yet, it’s the small things, I thought we agreed
I turned the plot at top speed
Spilling hot oil on top soil, got fooled once by the nigga next to me
Matching a god with a devilish nature
Anyway, I’m whipping that thang with a M on me like Speed Racer
Forgot my glasses, can’t see a hater
R.A.P. Ferreira with the overwhelming flavor, I’ve never sold my labor
Merely got caught thinking out loud, “Boy, I’m Black and I’m proud”
Where’s the country that correspond to?
Grinning like Dormammu
Maybe fire would be cleansing
I can’t walk past the bank and not be tempted
To yank my reparations from the teller station
Yes, hi, hello, this high yellow rapper
Keep making me uncomfortable
He make getting even sound wonderful
G’s Us make getting even sound wonderful
Yes, hi, hello, this high yellow rapper keep making me uncomfortable
Make getting even sound wonderful
Run that back!
