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Blood of the Fang
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By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty years 'bout enough, time to come back
They want to call the bluff
Ok then, time to come back (what up)
Hail King Huey, do it for fluid, you knew it was movin' forever
Knew it, the truth is, the movement was really too clever
Who is the newest to do it, pursuing a useless, polluted, agenda
Too long to get they bullshit together, fifty years 'bout enough (blood)
Patient, gave 'em a two year grace, '66 came, then they saw the true face
Black on black on black, irate
Had 'em all runnin' scared straight out the gate
Skin do show you who kin, that's it though
What's inside never been too simple
Syrup, he sip, cause he can't taste his own (blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
You belong in every milliliter of
They tried to take out every military leader but
He was born to be a martyr and it doesn't mean a thing because that body really meat
Fill it up, you history is when you might consider killing folk
This ain't the shit they taught you when you went to kindergarten
What you need to know is in the (blood)
Queen Angela done told y'all, grasp at the root
So what y'all talkin' 'bout, "Hands up, don't shoot"
Look back, blood on the ground
Look straight, they still shootin'
Jump back, still here
Now what that tell you bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Fists in the sky if you ready, dice are all fair like confetti
They thought you was playin', though the game really was more trainin'
There finna be (blood)
And much of it blues
Time to fly, 'cause you know time fickle
So cold, fittin' to snow, swing a icicle
Takin' out a police or a politician, is you
Ain't the same as sayin' turnin' out a dime against a nickel
And it ain't just money, bee, this ain't honey
Sweet, but it's funny to think of them wantin' to speak
When this pain is deep and ingrained in (blood)
Drink it up, dress it down
Queen shit, wear the crown
King shit, wear the wounds
New blood in the wombs
Loose, loose, clear the tombs, bubble blue suede shoes
Lookin' like a who's who of the dead
Come back, bust a head
Run track to the red
Black suit, black hair, black wings, black stare
Black all for the (blood)
(Button up bruh)
Actin' a fool, or just actin'
You knew about adaptin' since you started tappin'
And in the dark, flappin' the full moon askin'
If you knew the passion that grew, what I'm askin'
'Cause they would never see in the basic
Surround 'em all, Eric or Gregory, but they faces
And every book, record, or CD, even made the MP3s laced with (blood)
Brother Malcolm done told y'all, "By any means"
So what y'all talkin' 'bout, "All on the same team?"
Look back, blood on the ground
Look straight, they still shootin'
Jump back, still here
Now what that tell you bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Everybody want to kill a movement for the moment
But, they cannot kill what cannot die
There wasn't ever really an opponent
For what they figured was only three fifth human
And they thought they could enslave by disconnecting from the truth
Brother George is back again and never did look finest
It is time to gather up another meeting of the highness
That they couldn't kill him and America can't either
Man even sleep in to '71 anytime they beat her
Sip a little somethin'
Be up in the Cadillac with Little Bobby Hutton
Rock shotty with the shotty, swoopin' up the cousins
They said, whoop 'em, but you buddy Bobby Steele is at the door
But now you group up at the club and brother
Eldrid is keepin' souls on ice 'til the time was just right, now suffices
Anne Marie got the scene drawn up nice and Afeni here with vodka, thug life
Kathleen, black and beautiful, is a model
Asada, up in here sippin' a bloody chemical bottle
With Hilla honestly next to a baby, sittin' vibratto
Waiting for Hera to say something and for them to follow
Until the nightlight is swallow, eyes on the sparrow tomorrow
You know the marrow is hollow, one night is there and the collars
After the rest of the model of effervescence
Went all up in manifest that they never bothered to question
Why would they invest in murder
Guess they never knew it was a test to best assess the way to move
And then digest the flesh of every wicked human
'Til the best and black is blood is back to rulin'
Prince Stokely done told y'all, "have no fear"
So how come every time they be like "Gyah, gyah, gyah"
Y'all look scared
Look back, blood on the ground
Look straight, they still shootin'
Jump back, still here
Now what that tell you bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, among it's people)
Drink it up, drink it up
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty years 'bout enough, time to come back
They want to call the bluff
Ok then, time to come back (what up)
Hail King Huey, do it for fluid, you knew it was movin' forever
Knew it, the truth is, the movement was really too clever
Who is the newest to do it, pursuing a useless, polluted, agenda
Too long to get they bullshit together, fifty years 'bout enough (blood)
Patient, gave 'em a two year grace, '66 came, then they saw the true face
Black on black on black, irate
Had 'em all runnin' scared straight out the gate
Skin do show you who kin, that's it though
What's inside never been too simple
Syrup, he sip, cause he can't taste his own (blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
You belong in every milliliter of
They tried to take out every military leader but
He was born to be a martyr and it doesn't mean a thing because that body really meat
Fill it up, you history is when you might consider killing folk
This ain't the shit they taught you when you went to kindergarten
What you need to know is in the (blood)
Queen Angela done told y'all, grasp at the root
So what y'all talkin' 'bout, "Hands up, don't shoot"
Look back, blood on the ground
Look straight, they still shootin'
Jump back, still here
Now what that tell you bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Fists in the sky if you ready, dice are all fair like confetti
They thought you was playin', though the game really was more trainin'
There finna be (blood)
And much of it blues
Time to fly, 'cause you know time fickle
So cold, fittin' to snow, swing a icicle
Takin' out a police or a politician, is you
Ain't the same as sayin' turnin' out a dime against a nickel
And it ain't just money, bee, this ain't honey
Sweet, but it's funny to think of them wantin' to speak
When this pain is deep and ingrained in (blood)
Drink it up, dress it down
Queen shit, wear the crown
King shit, wear the wounds
New blood in the wombs
Loose, loose, clear the tombs, bubble blue suede shoes
Lookin' like a who's who of the dead
Come back, bust a head
Run track to the red
Black suit, black hair, black wings, black stare
Black all for the (blood)
(Button up bruh)
Actin' a fool, or just actin'
You knew about adaptin' since you started tappin'
And in the dark, flappin' the full moon askin'
If you knew the passion that grew, what I'm askin'
'Cause they would never see in the basic
Surround 'em all, Eric or Gregory, but they faces
And every book, record, or CD, even made the MP3s laced with (blood)
Brother Malcolm done told y'all, "By any means"
So what y'all talkin' 'bout, "All on the same team?"
Look back, blood on the ground
Look straight, they still shootin'
Jump back, still here
Now what that tell you bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Everybody want to kill a movement for the moment
But, they cannot kill what cannot die
There wasn't ever really an opponent
For what they figured was only three fifth human
And they thought they could enslave by disconnecting from the truth
Brother George is back again and never did look finest
It is time to gather up another meeting of the highness
That they couldn't kill him and America can't either
Man even sleep in to '71 anytime they beat her
Sip a little somethin'
Be up in the Cadillac with Little Bobby Hutton
Rock shotty with the shotty, swoopin' up the cousins
They said, whoop 'em, but you buddy Bobby Steele is at the door
But now you group up at the club and brother
Eldrid is keepin' souls on ice 'til the time was just right, now suffices
Anne Marie got the scene drawn up nice and Afeni here with vodka, thug life
Kathleen, black and beautiful, is a model
Asada, up in here sippin' a bloody chemical bottle
With Hilla honestly next to a baby, sittin' vibratto
Waiting for Hera to say something and for them to follow
Until the nightlight is swallow, eyes on the sparrow tomorrow
You know the marrow is hollow, one night is there and the collars
After the rest of the model of effervescence
Went all up in manifest that they never bothered to question
Why would they invest in murder
Guess they never knew it was a test to best assess the way to move
And then digest the flesh of every wicked human
'Til the best and black is blood is back to rulin'
Prince Stokely done told y'all, "have no fear"
So how come every time they be like "Gyah, gyah, gyah"
Y'all look scared
Look back, blood on the ground
Look straight, they still shootin'
Jump back, still here
Now what that tell you bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up (there existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, among it's people)
Drink it up, drink it up
