[Hook: The Thought]
Got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
On the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
Wall Street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
Please don’t try to talk me down, I’m shooting for the head
[Verse: The Thought]
Make ‘em face facts, race tracks, place bets, take ‘em back
BetaMax on the wax, write to chase cash
Lemme climb a rope, and dangle, just to make it last
Options on the table, guess it’s time to make a pact
I’mma take a can of gas, and douse the shrine
Metal Fingers through the glass, how I take my time
Bought a bundle for the blast, watched it crumble, then I laughed
Rapping so disgruntled, be like “fuck a rhyme”
Here to grow your eyes, blow your mind, coming for your weaknesses
Energize, on the mic, “come see what a freak he is!”
Be the truth, each and every one, your preachers missed
Stuck me on the roof to treat me like a creature, kid!
I’mma tell you what I did, you gon’ find a way to cope
I’mma show you where I hid (the bodies), give you what I smoked
We can show you how we spit, we can split you into fifths
But we never gonna give false hope
[Hook: The Thought]
Got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
On the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
Wall Street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
Please don’t try to talk me down, I’m shooting for the head
Got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
On the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
Wall Street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
Please don’t try to talk me down, I’m shooting for the head
[Verse: G Wayne918]
If I catch one of them bitches, I’mma shoot ‘em in the street
I’m from Tulsa, Black Wall, they ain’t wanna see us eat
Now we running, steady spinning, who the fuck tryna compete?
Give a damn ‘bout a badge, I’mma leave him where he be
Like, hey, said “I don’t think I would’ve lasted long”
Probably would’ve fucked a white bitch and then got blasted for it
Probably would’ve been a house nigga with an apron on
I could probably see it, get to beating when the master gone
Fuck that, shit, I think I’d rather be a dead nigga
To comply to a racist fuck to get my bread bigger
The love to see us fall, I know that they won’t stand with us
Long live to all the real and the dead niggas
Got some tequila in the cup, and like five camos
I’mma smoke ‘em where I want, they probably hate it, I know
But I hate ‘em, ‘cause they faking, no love I show
Me and Thought in here spazzing and we ain’t shooting low, bitch
[Hook: The Thought]
Got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
On the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
Wall Street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
Please don’t try to talk me down, I’m shooting for the head
Got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
On the trail of… what? I forget…
[Verse: War Mothershed]
Skrrrrrrt - “you wanna see a dead body?”
Drink kerosene like lean, don’t tell nobody
I’m fired up, modern-day Alchemist of my time, bruh
I take lead, create bread, and spend it on what’s mine, bruh
These niggas really wanna be about that action
Let the cameras roll, live-streams getting active
It’s a liveleak if niggas wanna slide me
I show ‘em how it feels to sleep a bitch, no Cosby
Kick doors, grip flow, bodying these niggas
Like I’m 6’4”, 666, you should get mo’
In touch with God, box with him, got better odds
Bitch nigga you been a fraud, bitch nigga you been a fraud
Don’t be crying in the lion’s den
When your hyena friends get you fucked up for even trying him
War-ready and willing, now more than ever
To show the difference between being good and being better
[Hook: The Thought]
Got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
On the trail of human slaughter, 187, no regrets
[Bridge: The Thought]
No regrets, motherfucker! Just shoot at ‘em!
Fuck the police! Pile ‘em bodies up!
[Hook: The Thought]
Got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
On the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
Wall Street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
Please don’t try to talk me down, 187, no regrets
Got that stale sugar water and like three cigarettes
On the trail of human slaughter, 9-11, don’t forget
Wall Street getting coffee in a bulletproof vest
Please don’t try to talk me down, I’m shooting for your head
