Clipping. - Blood of the Fang lyrics

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 (What up, 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 bullshit together
Fifty years 'bout enough (Blood)
Patient, gave 'em a two-year grace
'6-6 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 killing for
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 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 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 playin'
Though really the game was more trainin'
There finna be (Blood) and much of it blue
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 shit, wear the crown, King shit
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' a fool was just acting
You knew about adapting since
Dudes started tappin'
And in the dark, flapping the full moon
Asking 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 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 sleepin' since '71
Ain't it time to feed
Or at least sip a little sum'n?
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, yep, thug life
Kathleen, "Black and Beautiful"
As the motto assata up in here sippin'
A bloody café 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 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 shootin'
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 it's people)