[Verse 1: Brogodzilla]
I used to give a fuck ‘bout feedback
Now I do my own shit, Nigga ion’ need that
Going through the motions
hoping ion’ relapse
Life of an outcast feeling like three stacks
All my Niggas got a mean swag
Meanwhile, I’m chilling on a bean bag
Plotting on a jack move picking out a halloween mask
‘Cause you get flagged when you buy a ski mask
Damn it feel good to be on it
Damn, it feel good not thinking bout opponents
My manager said I should be thinking bout the moment
The man in the mirror could be my only omen
’Tryna kick back with some ounces
Mans in the hood say he trappin’ ’til morning
Tell ‘em be good, cool out with the flaunting
Jackboys wait ’til you slip up
You let it all hang out, they’ll get you when you pissed off
Like your foreskin when you zip up
Givе a big fuck ‘bout a timeline
Got my patients linеd up at the door for a nip tuck
And they be filling up my tip cup
Get work in the burbs, then I swerve to the city with the big bucks
Bar rats thinking I’ma buy elixirs
Waitin’ on a savior yeah, I know the shits tough
[Verse 2: Don Quixote]
Remember Vince Staples said no face no case
So wear that N95, go safe, okay?
Keep that mother fucker tucked, keep your head on a swivel
Stay sitting on the fence and you’ll be dead in the middle
And we ain’t got a yard only picket is the sign
Taped to a bat because we some hitters on the side
We all accomplices ain’t no witnesses tonight
Organized horizontal in a synthesis of minds
This is ski mask music for the fucking window breakers
Concentrating a direction for all of that grizzled anger
We don’t rob from each other, we take from the corporations
That stole our fucking lives and preyed on subordination
We steal from the CEOs that saw us as numbers
Like we were born with a bar code, some stock they can plunder
No phones, no cameras, all black, roll out
And push them mother fucking cops back, throw down
Push them mother fucking cops back, throw down
Push them mother fucking cops back, throw down
[Verse 3: Don Quixote]
IFAKs and plate carriers, ain’t no safe areas, when you break barriers out in the street
They claiming they Aryans aimed to raze variance sent in a chariot, cowards retreat
And fuck your vanguard full of Stalinists on the sidelines
A Mexican ice pick the consequence for their hive-mind
I am not allied with aspiring boots
Y’all wanna kill cops just to try on their shoes
The first one that goes is the one in your head
'Lest you reproduce their roles in the color of red
Can’t get hit with a RICO if you keep your circle small
I stick with amigos when I seek to hurdle walls
This brick ain’t a kilo and I reek of purple moss
Hit a lick for my ego as I creep on curfew laws
From the grave you’ve been grasped when you’re gripping what’s sacred
Your face is a mask and your skin is just makeshift
I praise when they pass for the innocents they ripped
Draped in a flag, that’s a pig in a blanket
So don’t go thinking we share some comraderie
I want to kill your inherent hypocrisy
People are dumb, I don’t care for democracy
Or all it’s shills in a marriage with property
I can’t co-sign compromise with supremacists
But I’ll provide homicide for my nemesis
I can’t align on the side of some Leninists
That just derive all their lies from his mentorship
Power corrupts and this much is gospel
When powder erupts then shit’ll get hostile
So I got an eye out for the knives in my back
No I will not lie down I will die in attack
So I got an eye out for the knives in my back
No I will not lie down I will die in attack
With my ski mask
With my mother fucking ski mask (ski mask)
With my mother fucking ski mask (ski mask)
With my mother fucking ski mask
(Pull up with the, ski mask)
[Verse 4: Brogodzilla]
Bing, Bing
Bing, Bing
Bing, Bing
I don’t use Google, I Bing
I was out feeling the dream
I was so stupid to things
Living as frugal as kings
Now I’m helping human being
The world ain ’t happen to be
It was the myth of supremes
A lie that can live on a beam
They wipe us as simple as clean
Maniacal hypocritic
Hit the fiddle a little too bit that you bit the riddle
‘Lest yo flag is diagonal split up the middle
We taking back all of the shit they give you
This time it ain’t marching or changing some products
We taking it all up you better take caution
Your valuable losses can wait with the coffins
The time is upon us, you reap what you harvest
I leaked all my projects ‘cause fuck all the politics
See the whole process but better not follow it
We the new caucus it’s time to acknowledge and
See if this corpse can fit in that garbage bitch
Ay
I got a bunch of dead bodies over here, mayne
What we gon’ do with it
I think we running out of room
Free land
[Outro: Don Quixote]
On June 14 2022, Jane’s Revenge released another communique
This is an excerpt:
From here forward, any anti-choice group who closes their doors, and stops operating will no longer be a target. But until you do, it’s open season, and we know where your operations are. The infrastructure of the enslavers will not survive. We will never stop, back down, slow down, or retreat. We did not want this; but it is upon us, and so we must deal with it proportionally. We exist in confluence and solidarity with all others in the struggle for complete liberation. Our recourse now is to defend ourselves and to build robust, caring communities of mutual aid, so that we may heal ourselves without the need of the medical industry or any other intermediary. Through attacking, we find joy, courage, and strip the veneer of impenetrability held by these violent institutions
