Private Silence

Lyrics

[Moor Mother and Reef the Lost Cauze] The impurities of they frequencies killed my grandmother these motherfuckers they never love ya They just want to fuck ya and suck milk from ya titties like they ancestors Two evils, can't take the lesser Go with me and second guess her [Moor Mother] I'm so glad Trouble don't last [gone to waste?] [?] forefather do That's the special You squeeze the bezel The metal take you to a higher level To see Jesus and the devil The fire from the bevel shine bright like a diamond [ornameanor?] Against the backdrops of sirens and mothers crying Daughters and sons had they hands up but now they dying We still multiplyin' Yuh I'm so glad Trouble don't last [always?] Stuck in this bullshit called America (who!) The system's nuclear The impurities of they frequencies killed my grandmother (who!) These motherfuckers they never love ya They just wanna fuck ya And suck milk from ya titties like they ancestors Two evils can't pick the lesser Go ahead second guess her Her name [?] Holy war Snatch the head off a quarter Throw the world out of order The whole world outta order, yuh You got that [whip uphill?] You got that whip uphill You got that whip uphill Black [tation?] shoot em up then kill [Reef the Lost Cauze] Shoot em, shoot em up, shoot em up Black steel, black steel shoot em up now Black steel in the hour [?] This is the devil [?] seance Yea, yea, yea Kill em kill em kill em slow kill em [?] And you can't murder me I just appear in your dreams The haunting Being Black in America's daunting But fuck that noise I mostly kill and destroy I got a daughter and two little boys Do you know what that makes me Give a fuck if you hate me I [?] safety You white pasty tasteless racist I break ya fuckin bones with ya, face it And blood i wanna taste it Blood on my knife, mud on my symbol And I sharpen it as I'm kicking you to Never do this shit again I choose violence I choose [?] who what where the [white man?] I don't negotiate with terrorists This is my island, I'm [wildin'?] Be more stylin' Why are cops profilin' He talk back so they shot him Welcome to Hell, yeah this is my asylum Real nigga problems, niggas [thought they?] free No olly olly oxen [Moor Mother] [nice sticks?] ice picks Knights on horseback Crackin whips I guess they think it brings back the magic And you got that whip uphill