Somebody need to hear this Get their bodies right now, do it Lord Always late with the epiphanies Like: Might coulda handled that differently At least admit you had your hand in the misery It's no mystery (it's no mystery) Group therapy, I poured the kerosene in Group watched the fire leap A shred of truth is all a liar need It all the burn the same when the fire feed (do it Lord) Men wrack our brains over past deeds Indeed the ground's cold but the bones not deep Wrapped in shower curtain or bed sheet, the bones picked clean Heir apparent, I inherited a bloodstained throne for a seat I can't afford not to believe in things unseen But belief always been dangerous to me Slumped in the last pew, the pulpit packed The culprits beg and accuse, executioner dons a mask Somebody need to hear this Get their bodies right now The transcript read like Cam'ron skits Something wrong with muh'fuckers, I don't know what it is Am I my brother's keeper? Nigga, I got my own shit Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses The crowd want blood, the firing squad blackened face cupids It's always two sides to the story The gory details is online, feel like Maury Am I my brother's keeper? Nigga, I got my own shit Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses Freefall, limbs flailing in the blackness Hundred hand slap, pardon self, sinkhole blast landed Earth mover, new gold standard Armand Hammer, broke exotic on grand piano Melting candelabras, clocks blink midnight, no invite Who's the livest? You haven't mastered meter so you must respect it As it pertains to how I freak it, ayy, don't ask me no question I believe in black secrecy Plumbed to the death Where language drown in the thick of spirit (somebody need to hear this) Bodies humbly collapse fetal Eye of a thousand needles (get their bodies right now, do it, Lord) World beat, heavy kick, my city stiff, both liniment And a. 22 under Ms. Bunches' pillow She read the room and spit snuff Bore thirteen babies and outlived all but two I love to talk with fools, I hate circlin' the drain And repeatin' myself unless I'm barring on a stage (do it Lord) The price done doubled, the ice pebbled, the mint muddled A vision, receiving all I signal out There's a part beyond me, plus chaos Somebody need to hear this Get their bodies right now Somebody need to hear this Get their bodies right now, do it Lord