GENOCIDE (PT. 5)

Sometimes all you need to do is hop on the subway and go
Go

Let your brain leak out of your ears, yuh
Go insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayy
Pick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear

For the tribe, do it for the tribe, nigga, or 'cause you alive
Free what is inside, nigga, I know why you cry
There is something vile, taking people, ain't no lie
I know, we should smile bigger, because we will die
Momma, why we die? Tell me, momma, why we die?
I know why they hate me, because I will not be shy
I just wanna fly, Daedalus, I have to try
No, do not be a fool, Icarus, you flew too high
Son, move, get out of my way
He was just a boy, wanna play with the day
See him where he lay, now, see him where he lay
Don't succumb to ignorance or you will have to pay with your life
Play with a knife, you could filet what you write with
Stay outta fights, tryna spit or you tryna gang-bang
Pick a type, I don't wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipes
I won't front, nigga what you want?
I just wanna see you stunt on these hating ass sucker nigga cunts
Kick it punt, I don't fuck with runts, one-one-seven killing grunts
They in Heaven when I hunt them I hit him then he...

Let his brain leak out of his ears, uh
Go insane, bitch, I'll punch all your peers, ayy
Pick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
Let your brain leak out of your ears, uh
Go insane, nigga, punch all your peers, ayy
Pick the kid up, nigga, wipe off your tears
We war-ready, if you not, why you here?

Go, go, go
One, two, one, two, three, nigga

Bitch, I'm killing everyone, bitch, I'm causing a genocide
Fuck these rapping niggas, they capping, tap in, pretend to slide
Bitch, I'm in the field like a soldier, I'm making fucking moves
Made of paper, nigga, I'll fold ya, roll ya and tuck it smooth
Niggas wanna talk, I don't have the time
I be on the block, meditating, making rhymes
Uh, you be hella hating, got no cock, got no spine
There ain't no debating, do not talk, make a line
Bi-Bi-Bitch, I keep it on me, like commie or an American
I ain't smoking with you, but money could make me share it then
Sweeter than some honey and funny 'cause I ain't very tan
Still the darkest rapper, you slapping, I'm killing every man

Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bih-bih-bih, bih, yeah, yeah
Bih-bih-bih, bih, yeah, yeah

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