Trauma Mic Lyrics – Armand Hammer
Attention, attention
Calling all *** who don’t keep they word
Word
Yeah
Say that, say that
Metal is my ***
Credit all my blessings, yeah, yeah
I know you been make exceptions
So if you say it (Is this better?)
Put your chest on it
Say that, play that, say that
I ain’t heard a word you said
I’ve been still like debris in the lake
Dead pan in the crisper
Dead rapper, no pin dropped
Day tripper, dead planet
No state, no worth
*** you know?
What the *** you know?
Neo-folk, trauma mic
Echo chamber deep fake
Think deep, talk [?], say it to my face, ***
It only matters when I’m needed, nothing else
Your [?] with every lie you tell yourself
No slave, no world
No slave, no world
Who needs to think when your feet just go?
Who needs to think when your mouth just run?
I am the mud, waiting for the flood that they said would never come
Highwater pants on the shoulders of my elders
I be knowin’ better, but ain’t done it yet
Some don’t know no better when they walk
There’s no healing in the light, White Jesus got jokes
Call me if you’re close
All against all
My brother in Christ, there’s no I in team
Never wore a fitted in my life, big head bustin’ out the seams
Pressure burst pipes, lose your mind gettin’ out on dreams
Brothers tryna rhyme, told ’em it’s a hundred niggas doing that right up the street
Hate to say it, love to see it
Brother dropped a project every month, got the nerve to ask if I peeped it
(Can’t make this *** up, man)
Let me tell you a secret
Them niggas ain’t dyin’ for you
It’s the other way around if you actually read it
Storefront preacher, bring ’em in out the cold
Hot lunch, folded chairs, couple space heaters
Any one of you bums could be Jesus
Fingers numb, tryna work the light
That white like Mother Theresa
Hype when I first laid eyes on Bathsheba
Bust down, middle part, big laugh
She still called grass cheeba
Missionary ’cause I know God see us
