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Freedman's Bureau
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Billy Woods
Featuring(s) : Elucid
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[E L U C I D] 25K starting pay, play the game Make a name for yourself Put the blame on someone else Oh he reached to resist Empty clips and spent shells Just how many, in defense it's all blurred Allegations waiting, where's the autopsy Toxicology lab and they knocking If it was one of your own I bet they'd have the city sewn the f*ck up Muscle down the weakest link You can't stop the bumrush Tactics of a lesser god Feed the beast, scan your card Carbs in charge, quota time, numbers talk Jeers and taunts, f*ck 'em all Damage control, procedures right out the book Be honest for once, man You shoot cause you shook Death squads answer to who? Furtive movements, make 'em nervous men They grabbing their tool Bet that's murder, bloody murder Which weasel you finna hide behind? State-appointed pervert, the story it's all designed Vulture time, crooked dicks, and deep pockets Lifetime desk job offers with full coverage One hand wash the other, loyalty is a given Who you calling a victim? Stay away from twice-fried pork Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to Ain't no telling what he might do Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to Ain't no telling what he might do Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to Ain't no telling what he might do Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to Ain't no telling what he might do [billy woods] They wanna know if you live what you say But talk is cheap and I'm in the dollar store erry day I've half a mind to rob the place Clean getaway to stalk streets with a pocketful of bad pennies Juvenile Techniques Double Vinyl, paint train Lionel Mind you, the last time shit went down we couldn't find you So, revolution? Color me skeptical like swine flew Crackers still win when they lose, like Rocky 88, King Jaffe, 7th grade, Coming To America, slightly out of touch I wasn't black enough for the back of the cheese bus Swiftly dumbed it down, started acting up (you see where that got me!) They dark as Chris Tucker calling me a spear chucker Kid, they really mindf*cked ya But make no mistake, I'm Quinn Buckner Black on Black Matter fact errybody in the hood Benjamin Button It's just black don't crack Erry corner Babylon strapped with gats, more plastic than Chinese export And it's looking like we caught Till he use the force These are not the negroes you're looking for Whether synth or beatbox, heat rocks like pipe dreaming in detox Now all I need is a tape fulla disposable cheap shots To get the moniker buzzing like doors to 90s weed spots Super Cat cousin, I'll play the fiddle while ya ghetto red hot Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to Ain't no telling what he might do Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to Ain't no telling what he might do1
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