Super Chron Flight Brothers - Slaughterhouse lyrics

Under the dark of night the cover of silence
Some mother tuckers her kids
Up under the covers
To shield their eyes from the blinding light
Crashing through their windows
Shrapnel passing through their system
Asking why is irrelevant when
It's smart bombs intelligence rat
Zeroes in on your welcome mat
Cul-de-sac helter skelter
Bomb shelter fall to the ground
Screams abound
Cries from listless little children loud
As grown men and women
If you listen it's indecipherable
If his mission on the mic why
He pissing into the tide pool?
If his intention not to fight well then
Why did he bring the rifle?
This life we struggle with
These stresses on the daily
Similarly, internally question ourselves
The same way why you start off with a gram
Turn it into a day?
Why you let weekend slip away?
Why Uncle Sam always take so much of my pay?
Why did Elle Driver kill Pai Mei?
The streets don't stop, they stay plain
As the breakfast of champions
With Kurt Cocaine
I ate yesterday on burnt toast
Don't 'Serv' so safe, What a waste
Got used to the taste
Inside the slaughterhouse
Where modest mice get stepped on
Under the cover of silence
The dark of night made my escape unbated
Breath took a pull of the cess
Headed straight to the rest
Just hope tonight's not mine
And I await to the next - c'mon!

Ask me no questions
In front the velvet ropes it's all
Bright lights and banging acoustics
Follow me backstage, behind the music
Under the masquerade
Bitter old burnt quart masked
By dutches of haze
You see? It's more than the
Words on the page
Dialectic slaves ever indirect
So when he says he never loves a bitch
I see a little boy ashamed
His mom's on that shit, On that strip
And even when she was real
Sick daddy ain't ever call
That's your favorite trapper slash rapper
The one who keep working the streets
The one who ball
The merciless gun clapper who's team
Runs deep like a marathon
Gangsta all day long but let
Police get at 'em
Mouth open like the Amazon
When them crackers got you laying
There ain't no rap song
It's a lonely biz - fair-weather friends
Tears from mom
And the hardness of eyeing your kids
Live by the gun? Trust me
That Uzi weigh a ton play it again Sam
Only this time make it look
Like you having fun
The great pretenders - ice
Grill - new blackface
So long as those teeth showing
Big spenders with mills in the briefcase
Cocktails by the ocean models legs open
The American dream written in stifling
Tenements by flicking florescent lights
Desperately hoping to escape this life
The words spoken into crackling mics
BMW sitting on the biggest kicks
Every black man's wish personified escape
The lead paint and nightsticks
In the dark, searching for that light switch
It's just a mask we wearing
Well, cause round here you either
Cry or you laugh and we laughing