[INTRO] I have surveill’d thy— —in all its hoods… [VERSE I] Arboreal oracle—historical, rhetorical understood, (indeed!) Chronicler chronologin’ colonies carved in collar’d neighbourhood. (quite so!) Bonnet-to-hood metamorphosis—mares to motors, metal stood, (tsk—progress!) Horsepower to force power—torque talk tucked beneath the hood. (rev it!) Cloak-and-dagger swagger stagger’d—gentry gentled, actin’ good, (ha!) Now hoodies hide the hideous—hyper-hypocritical hood. (mask up!) Brotherhood to blunderhood—blood floods gutters where they stood, (shame…) I wood—if I could—call crude refined… misunderstood as “good.” (liar!) [CHORUS] O noble hood—thou double-dealin’, duelling meanings misunderstood— From hoodoo root to motor hood—I’ve seen thee shift from good to would. (“would ya?”) [VERSE II] Rootwork in the root dirt—hoodoo brewed where roots once brood, (mm—magic!) Ritual residuals riddled deep in rings of rigid wood. (ancient!) Now asphalt alchemy alterin’ altars—arteries overstood, (paved over!) Sacred soil to social spoil—coiled turmoil in toxic hood. (look close!) Homonym anomaly—hood could mean the bad, the good, the could, (triple!) Likelihood of livelihood collapsin’ where it never should. (uh-huh!) Under hood—inspect the engine; under “hood”—inspect the mood, (check self!) Understood? They never stood to study self—just study goods. (consume!) [CHORUS] O noble hood—thou double-dealin’, duelling meanings misunderstood— From hoodoo root to motor hood—I’ve seen thee shift from good to would. [VERSE III] Ring upon ring—wringin’ time—design divine yet darkly good, (tick-tock!) Lexical labyrinth laughin’ last—outlastin’ all that ever stood. (eternal!) Powdered wigs to powder’d sins—devour’d hours devour the hood, (decay!) Polished pomp and process—all processed into processed hood. (factory!) Priesthood preachin’, streethood screechin’, each one seekin’ sainthood’s good, (amen?) Falsehood foster’d, monster’d manners—manhood masked in manners’ hood. Confession session—oak profession—I relish’d rot as rootsmen would… (confess!) I fed on folly—fully folly—call me god of every hood. (all-seeing!) [FINAL CHORUS] O fickle hood—thou triple-tongued, tumultuous misunderstood— From hoodoo root to motor hood—I’ve seen thee all… and understood. [OUTRO] I have surveill’d thy— …in all its hoods… ------------------------------------------------------------- Nordic Discord Challenge w. 67 Genre: Hip-Hop with Jazzy vibes Theme: Your Hood Challenge Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/7cadaf79-4b61-4ddb-8d07-6ba307f0d126 Want to join Nordic Discord Challenge? Check out the Swedish chat on the SUNO Discord server! -------------------------------------------------------------