Blood Of The Fang

(альбом: There Existed An Addiction To Blood - 2019)

By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood

Drink it up
Fifty years 'bout enough, time to come back (Blood, blood)
They want to call the bluff
Okay then, time to come back (Whattup) (Blood)
Hail King Huey, do it for fluid, you knew it was moving forever
Loop it, the truth is, the movement was really too clever
Who is the newest to do it, pursuing a useless, polluted, agenda?
Too long to get they bullshit together
Fifty years 'bout enough (Blood)
Patient, gave 'em a two year grace
'66 came and they saw the true face
Black on black on black, irate
Had 'em all running scared straight out the gate
Skin do show you who kin, that's it though
What's inside never been too simple
Syrup, he sip, 'cause he can't taste his own (Blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
You belong in every milliliter of
They tried to take out every military leader, but
You was born to be a martyr
And it doesn't mean a thing because that body really meat
Fill it up, your history is one you might consider killing fo'
This ain't the shit they taught you when you went to kindergarten
What you need to know is in the (Blood)

Queen Angela done told y'all, "Grasp at the root"
So what y'all talking 'bout, "Hands up, don't shoot"?

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Look back, blood on the ground
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Look straight, they still shooting
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Jump back, still here
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Now what that tell you 'bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to

Drink it up, drink it up
(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up
(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up

Fist in the sky if you ready, dice a ofay like confetti
They thought you was playing
Though really the game was more training
There finna be (Blood)
And much of it blues
Time to fly, 'cause you know time fickle
So cold, finna snow, swing a icicle
Taking out a police or a politician issuing a statement saying
Turn it on a dime or get the nickel
And it ain't just money, B, this ain't honey
Sweet, but it's funny to think of them wanting to speak
When this pain is deep and ingrained in (Blood)
Drink it up, dress it down, queen shit, wear the crown
King shit, wear the wounds, new blood in the wombs
Loose noose, clear the tombs, bubblegoose, suede shoes
Looking like a who's who of the dead
Come back, bust a head, run track to the red
Black suit, black hair, black wings, black stare
Blackout for the (Blood) (Button up, bruh)
Acting fool was just acting
You knew about adapting since dudes started tapping
And in the dark, flapping the full moon asking
If you knew the passion that grew when unmasked
Because they were never seeing the basics
Geronimo, Erika, Gregory
With they faces in every book, record, or CD
Even made the MP3s laced with (Blood)

Brother Malcolm done told y'all, "By any means"
So what y'all talking 'bout, "All on the same team"?

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Look back, blood on the ground
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Look straight, they still shooting
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Jump back, still here
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Now what that tell you 'bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to

Drink it up, drink it up
(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up
(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up

Everybody wanna kill a movement 'fore the moment
But they cannot kill what cannot die
There wasn't ever really an opponent
For what they figured was only three-fifth human
And they thought they could enslave
By disconnecting from the truth
But look at Brother George
He's back again and never did look finer
Said it's time to gather up another meeting of the Ina
Said that Quentin couldn't kill him and America can't either
And he been sleeping since '71
Ain't it time to feed or at least sip a little sum'
He up in the Cadillac with little Bobby Hutton
Riding shotty with the shotty, swooping up the cousins
They soo-wooping for your blood
That Bobby Seale is on the door when they regroup up at the club
And Brother Eldridge is keeping souls on ice
'Til the time was just right, now suffices
Emory got the scene drawn up nice
And Afeni here with Pac, yup, thug life
Kathleen, "Black and Beautiful" as the motto
Assata up in here sipping a bloody cafe cubano
With Hilliard on the seat next to her babysitting the ralo
Waiting for Heron to say something fly for them all to follow
Into the night, let it swallow, eyes on the sparrow tomorrow
You know the marrow is hollow and light as air
And the call is out to the rest
And this model of effervescence when all of it manifested
They never bothered to question
While calling for the arrest and murder
Guess they never knew it was a test
To best assess the way to move in
And digest the flesh of every wicked human
'Til the best and blackest blood is back to ruling

Prince Stokely done told y'all, "Have no fear"
So how come every time they be like "YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"
Y'all look scared?

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Look back, blood on the ground
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Look straight, they still shooting
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Jump back, still here
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Now what that tell you 'bout death?
Death ain't shit, you got to

Drink it up, drink it up
(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up
(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)
Drink it up, drink it up
Drink it up, drink it up
(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, among its people)
Drink it up, drink it up