GRANT HEEL Lyrics by Westside Gunn
Heal the world
Make a better place for you and for me and the entire world
About here beside you and the level of the living
Make a better place for you and for me
Say that last part again
Make a better place for you and for me
Yeah, so I enjoy words, you know
It is with words that we bend people to our will
Yeah, so those who use words eloquently
Can make both time and space
Fold like a bankroll right before your hand
Stick it in your pocket, you feel me?
Um, if your hand had to be healed or has to be healed
It is so that you can feed yourself
Not to play games and chance with okay
Um bad hands don’t heal a motherfuckin’ thing
Heals do
And without heals you might fall into a pair of handcuffs nigga in an amusement park
connected to a roller coaster operated by lucky monkeys for the rest of your motherfucking life, nigga
Yeah, so the elders instruct us that luck belongs to chance
And chance, chances, nigga, are the devil’s playground, nigga
Chances only give you a free ride on a celebrity sightseeing tour
With you and your fucking imaginary gatekeepers, nigga
Yeah, this ain’t luck
Luck is a chip in a spacesuit, boy
A monkey lucky to be alive in space, you know
But not lucky enough to know how to make a spacesuit, nigga
Yeah, and that’s the fundamental difference between them and us
The spectator and the culture maker, nigga
If it ain’t about us, it ain’t about nothing
Never
So, nothing over here is regular, boy
This is a fucking proton collision
Bigger than the bank, nigga
This is a whole lot of booms, nigga
I promise you
Long live Michelle
Long live Sheen Gun
Long live Virgil
