Blood of the Fang (Single Edit)

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 bullshit 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 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"? Look back, blood on the ground Look straight, they still shootin' Jump back, still here 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 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 shit, wear the crown King shit, wear the wounds New blood in the wombs Loose noose, clear the tombs, bubble goose 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 Brother Malcolm done told y'all, "By any means" So what y'all talkin' 'bout, "All on the same team"? Look back, blood on the ground Look straight, they still shootin' Jump back, still here 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' 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 Steele 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 Emery 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, "Gyah, gyah, gyah" Y'all look scared? Look back, blood on the ground Look straight, they still shootin' Jump back, still here 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 its people) Drink it up, drink it up