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Lyrics
[Verse 1 of 3] Coup de grace, coup d'etat Moo-lah, bring me the shah Ackbar, go start my car Semtex by the gas tanks, snipers watching for brink So I salute my enemies, can't see Woods for the trees Rockin' charcoal and the pressurized shine Like money that ole fole Lyrics set and grow Only atheist in the foxhole Gas mask at the ready Since Guadalcanal, same machete Dead drummer boyz, blunt gut confetti All these grams got palms sweaty Don't be petty Before you get gray, stay back like you got bad grace Faceless renegade, Jack o' all trades Hurried hands need grenades He who moves by the blade needs bulletproof motorcades There's never enough graves Chains don't enslave, make Camp David smoke and shake Let 'em eat yellow cake Invisible ink treaties, beats break Quake out eight-o-eights Whip might levitate if the dashboard wasn't full of weight Terrafirma, slow-burner, all ash makes Billy a slow learner Truth like Sojourner CraKKKers want us murdered Nigga Jim rollin' on the river with Tina Turner Huck Finn, Dixieland's best earner drawin' heat like Meridith & Schwerner
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Credits
- Writers
- billy woods
- Bond (of Backwoodz Studioz and Green Streets Entertainment)
- Vordul Mega