Genocide

Lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Spiga, billy woods, and Kong) - "Genocide" [Emcee(s): Spiga, billy woods, and Kong] [Producer(s): Bond (AKA 007)] [Intro: Sample] "Bombs and ammunition are cheap and plentiful in Africa. Each rifle costs less than 20 U.S. dollars" [Verse 1: Spiga] Deeper than clever, clever's about ten-shot old, old is Closer to dead, and dead's cold, touch your soul, grab a bowl Weak stomachs toss cookies in fluid. You need to eat Before abusing your music. Don't feel stupid, get into it Get your hands dirty, work for a minute, earn a blessing Wrap it away for someone to give it. Don't get it twisted. I'm taking Whatever you can give me. Yeah, eat good and take The scraps and double-up off a twenty. Baby, don't tempt me. It gets ugly Trust me, you've never seen a spider get thirsty Slow deaths, gurgling blood an act of mercy, and if you curse me, then it Just got worse. Now I got you biting your skin. A little ketchup It seems your substance is thin—get your weight up. I've stayed up For two years, been hustling for sleep. Now I'm Seeing visions, and you still ask if I'm deep. Give me peace, at least A day in the life of one looking for all. Drunken echoes In the dark loiter the halls, paint the walls. I'm out [Verse 2: billy woods] Silverback weight First metal I ever held was an FN FAL 7.62 millimeter shells 1968, Congo River base, and white man agitative But natives patient for interrogation Car battery attached to his anatomy, open to Suggestion. Lessons from Acadies to extract Confessions. Prolong the torture and scorch you Like homemade firewater. Guerillas with Grenades by the border. Sign reads: Out of Order Posted on your residence. The premise is War is the pestilence, death is for the penitent Three Horsemen riding by night, shine From light, sliding out of sight Famine on the way. From her, you can't hide Lord of the Flies, Planet of the Primates Smoke in the sky, Pontius Pilate hung us Like drapes. Roadblock, no escape AK poking through the driver's side window Eyes shut open off African thai endo Barrel nuzzling you, cousin. Christian or Muslim? Humble or thugging? Bury 'em all in the Same trench. Clutching culottes, soaked Handkerchiefs, gagging off the stench [Verse 3: Kong] My mental Crush the globe with a touch. Earlobes explode From flow. Explodes for dough fo' sho', fo' sho' Ho, give me the hatchet. Weather bad shit Hope you dumb niggas don't catch it. A basket of biscuits Squeezed inside his caskets. Shorty's son's A basket, thirty, rolling on the dirty mattress They call me backwards 'cause I robbed a bitch and robbed This bitch and fucked, then asked for sex afterwards Kong is the beast in the dirt. Choose your sides Stand up or be laying by the curb Remember when I was young, I used to sneak, it's sick. Liquor? Sip it quick 'Cause daddy's coming. You get the picture? Things Switched up, Kong got the hiccups, pulled the gun Stick up, then put them wildest hollow-points on the fake thug But now my vision is clearer. Ready to stop Swearing and aiming inside of the mirrors. Hear it Smoking? Smoking thai, my mental envisioning Darken, my mentality is heartless. I'm back to the liquor Starting. Fuck wannabe pottery gauntlets who started Bacardi in cartridges, the liquor darken Your broad, your bitch like to deepthroat the sausage She like to put her face in the dirt like an ostrich. Regardless Kong is monster. Fist clenched on my chest Cavity from banging, anger management swinging Beside my chest cavity, anything I bang on Is caved in. My honor's 'graved in with the only thing That you saved from slavement. Kong. You niggas better Be patient. Let's get it raking for real