clipping. – Blood Of The Fang

clipping. – Blood Of The Fang Lyrics

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Song: Blood Of The Fang

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 movin’ 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 b#llsh#t 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 runnin’ 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 killin’ fo’
This ain’t the sh#t 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 talkin’ ’bout, “Hands up, don’t shoot”?
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Look back, blood on the ground
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Look straight, they still shootin’
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Jump back, still here
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Now what that tell you ’bout death?
Death ain’t sh#t, 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 playin’
Though really the game was more trainin’
There finna be (Blood)

And much of it blues
Time to fly, ’cause you know time fickle
So cold, finna snow, swing a icicle
Takin’ out a police or a politician issuing a statement sayin’

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 wantin’ to speak
When this pain is deep and ingrained in (Blood)

Drink it up, dress it down, queen sh#t, wear the crown
King sh#t, wear the wounds, new blood in the wombs
Loose noose, clear the tombs, bubblegoose, suede shoes
Lookin’ 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)
Actin’ fool was just actin’

You knew about adaptin’ since dudes started tappin’
And in the dark, flappin’ the full moon askin’
If you knew the passion that grew when unmasked
Because they were never seein’ 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 talkin’ ’bout, “All on the same team”?
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Look back, blood on the ground
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Look straight, they still shootin’
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Jump back, still here
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Now what that tell you ’bout death?
Death ain’t sh#t, 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 sleepin’ since ’71
Ain’t it time to feed or at least sip a little sum’

He up in the Cadillac with little Bobby Hutton
Ridin’ shotty with the shotty, swoopin’ up the cousins
They soo-woopin’ for your blood
That Bobby Seale is on the door when they regroup up at the club

And Brother Eldridge is keepin’ 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 sippin’ a bloody cafe cubano
With Hilliard on the seat next to her babysittin’ the ralo
Waitin’ for Heron to say somethin’ 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 rulin’
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 shootin’
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga
Jump back, still here
Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Now what that tell you ’bout death?
Death ain’t sh#t, 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
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From the album:
There Existed an Addiction to Blood [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019