The Natives Are Restless

Lyrics

Nick Wiz ft. Native Assassins - "The Natives Are Restless" [Emcee(s): Black Sun and Fatal] [Producer(s): Nick Wiz] [Verse 1: Black Sun and Native Assassins] I destroy The sector, dissect the ill resurrector of The mad flavors sweet as nectar. Whatever You could do, I could do better, except I die Harder, I slaughter, my mainframe's out of order I blast and watch a nigga's chest cave in like a cavern Follow the pattern in the brawl, I'm rougher than the All-Madden Next thing is Brussel sprouts. Emcees are bullshit—flush 'em out I'm plunging, destroying you Dragons in my Dungeon Souls are consumed in my Temple of Doom. Verbally Mad skills flow like blood from a gun wound Nigga, I represent thicker. From any Angle, microphones I strangle like a boa constrictor Systematically slaughter in any quarter, I'm beating Brothers like Rodney King, so run and get your camcorder The nappy knotty blast the shottie, nah see the sunshine Outlook. Your girl could get tapped like Gotti's phone line Fatal the mad sniper on the eve of Armageddon Natives are restless! Ayyo, kid, no question Natives are restless! Ayyo, kid, no question Natives are restless! [Verse 2: Fatal] Is the cup half- -empty or is it half-full? Make that crazy Ill shit like Jethro Tull. I'm out of order Like a vending machine. Niggas fiend Like my skill was rolled-over nicotine Stop trying to scheme on me and my nigga Full-time emcee, part-time gravedigger I'll put you to sleep like Bob Ross, and when you wake up Like a Jew, I'll crucify you on a wooden cross Terrorizing with a blackjack, making niggas Collapse like a senior having a heart attack Create bait out of punks that squirm like worms I use Listerine 'cause I'm killing niggas like germs Clearing blocks like cops, so stop. My Glock pops On niggas more times than the fucking raindrops And when the day comes I decide to leave the Earth My name will be remembered like the Candyman curse [Hook: Native Assassins] (x2) Mass Hysteria, damage, terror Natives are restless. Ayyo, kid, whatever Mass Hysteria, damage, terror Natives are restless. Ayyo, kid, whatever [Verse 3: Fatal and Native Assassins] Stop, look, listen, learn Fuck the drop and roll—burn, baby, burn, burn Travel with me to Hell as I dwell, making emcees Crumble in my hands easier than taco shells A bounty hunter like Boba Feet, freezing emcees Like Han Solo to melt on heated DJ sets Give me a flame then light the fuse, leaving brothers' Minds more confused than a twisted Rubik's Cube's Lyrics of lightning cutting down trees on the norm 'Cause my shit is coming more violent than a thunderstorm Holding hangings at high noon in front of saloons Laying emcees to rest in graves with an unmarked tomb Disintegrate you off the Earth, leaving no trace Stinging brothers worse than a rapist sprayed in the face with mace Putting my boot in niggas' behinds, closing their minds 'Cause, like Scarface, motherfuckers know the world is mine Don't close your eyes to this deadly surprise Wake up, nigga! You might not survive! Wake up, nigga! You might not survive! Wake up, nigga! You might not survive! [Verse 4: Black Sun and Fatal] Fatal Is lethal. Mass Hysteria? Those my peoples. Method Of action: I'm subtraction, so now no man is equal Eternal slaughter, the mad marauder sealing your tomb Spark a bag of boom and inhale buddha like bus fumes It's Armageddon on one phrase. My mind switch Like gays, I destroy the world in seven days Niggas is pussy, so catch the mad dush. When your man Push, no soldier can withstand this ambush. I Spark and rip your soul apart. You bring your ass And I commence to start beating like a baby's heart. Inhale And catch your last breath before I hit him Now you wishing you was an abortion victim, so who's The baddest? Feeding off your feet like maggots. Preserve A hearse, I'm striking brothers like a book of matches Never owe you props. My partner a bandit, I'll snatch a milli' You're stranded. No question, I represent harder than granite Impact enough to leave the Earth with a bandage All that remains are bloodstains when I vanish. I'm stomping Niggas through the planet. The type of shit I got in store Is sending chills through the Devil's core—need I say more? [Hook: Native Assassins] Mass Hysteria, damage, terror Natives are restless. Ayyo, kid, whatever Mass Hysteria, damage, terror Natives are restless. Ayyo, kid, whatever