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
Mama, why we die?
Tell me, mama, why we die?
I know why they hate me because I will not be shy
"I just wanna fly, Daedalus, I have to try"
"No, don't 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 with ya 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, what you 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, 117 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
One, two, one, two, three, n*gga
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