Genocide part 5 lyrics

All you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane n*gga punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, n*gga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
For the tribe, do it for the tribe n*gga
Or 'cause you alive
Free what is inside n*gga, I know why you cry
There is something vile, taking people ain't no lie
I know we should smile bigger
Because we will die. Momma why we die?
Tell me, momma, why we die?
I know why they hate me bеcause I will not be shy!
"I just wanna fly Daedalus, I havе to try!"
"No, do not be a fool Icarus, you flew too high!"
Son, move, get out of my way
He was just a boy wanna play with the day
See him where he lay, now see him where he lay
Don't succ*mb to ignorance
Or you will have to pay witcha life
Play with a knife, you could filet what you write with
Stay outta fights
Tryna spit or you tryna gang bang, pick a type
I don't wanna see no talented rappers dying to pipes
I won't front, n*gga whatchu want?
I just wanna see you stunt
On these hating ass sucka n*gga c*nts
Kick it punt, I don't f*ck with runts
One-one-seven killing grunts
They in heaven when I hunt
When I hit him then he
Let his brain leak out of his ears
Go insane, b*tch, I'll punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, n*gga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, I see you very clear
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane n*gga punch all your peers
Ayy, pick the kid up, n*gga wipe off your tears
We war-ready, if you not
Why you here?
(Go, go, go, go, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3)
b*tch, I'm killing everyone
b*tch, I'm causing a genocide
f*ck these rapping n*ggas they capping
Tap in pretend to slide
b*tch, I'm in the field like a soldier
I'm making f*cking moves
Made of paper n*gga I'll fold ya
Roll ya and tuck in smooth
n*ggas wanna talk
I don't have the time
I be on the block
Meditating making rhymes
Uh, you be hella hating
Ain't got no c*ck, got no spine (Yuh)
There ain't no debating
Do not talk, make a line
b*tch, I keep it on me
Like Commie or an American
I ain't smoking with you
But money could make me share it then
Sweeter than some honey
And funny 'cause I ain't very tan
Still the darkest rapper
You slapping I'm killing every man
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
BI-BI-BI-BI Yeah, yeah
BI-BI-BI-BI Yeah, yeah
Are you still offended?
Are you?
Let me know, please do not be
I care so much about how you feel