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
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Written by: Daveed Diggs, Jonathan Snipes, Samuel Waymon, William Hutson
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