clipping. – Blood Of The Fang lyrics

[Intro: Sam Waymon]
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs and Sam Waymon]
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"?

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs]
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

[Post-Chorus: Daveed Diggs and Sam Waymon]
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

[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs and Sam Waymon]
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
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"?

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs]
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

[Post-Chorus: Daveed Diggs and Sam Waymon]
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

[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
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?

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs]
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

[Post-Chorus: Daveed Diggs and Sam Waymon]
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