Slew Foot

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Slow burning, all consuming, ever present movement
 But you choose not to see, the labor's free with hidden fees
 Razors tucked under wigs and weaves, plus degrees
 Buck theories, bootstrap dreams, all huff
 Fumes noxious, we are bored of the apocalypse
 They vision born land grabs with a sparkling eye
 We're liberating vacance in the mouth of opulence
 Get the fuck from 'round me if you ask why
 Trapped with no time-outs left, Fab Five
 Webber, not Freddy, death cult America, encroaching nowness
 'Cause we'll never be as ready as we want to
 Paramilitary law and order, broke dawn
 A few moments to gather your belongings
 Prayers up but quickly fallen like sweat on the brow
 Muscle memory, practical know-how
 Staving cynics, we're not finished
 If they was me or if I had a opportunity to let these little n-
 Uh, young shoutouts know something
 I'd say take care of y'all money African
 'Cause, you know what I mean, dog, take care of y'all chicken
 You feel me dog, take care of y'all mentals
 'Cause look, we ain't lasting that long
 If you can keep your head while all around you are losing theirs
 Eyes front, we play light brigade in the gaps
 That dog won't hunt after the crack back
 All black everything, shapes abstract after the block
 Shards of light, knife sharp, lit up the night
 Rushed to the dark, alligator arms
 Crocodile tears at the funny farm
 Most young kings get their heads chopped (most young kings get their heads chopped)
 Colin Powell, we had to get you dirty
 Colin Kaepernick on the jersey
 7:30, Lawrence Phillips mumbling
 Something dangling in Kern Valley
 Negroes run and jump and hittin' alleys
 Shotgun, pistol, it'll be a new nigga next year
 They won't miss you, donated brains bob gently in solution
 Chris Henry just a name, Dave Duerson, flickering memory
 Freeze-frame, instant replay back into the Jack Kennedy
 Run it back Bieniemy, boots to centipede, ten-a-piece
 Fourth-in-ten, you wish you had ten of me
 Thirty-for-thirty, just keep that same energy
 Do you still stand by your evidence
 That when you met with General Abacha after your arrest on the coup
 You did not kneel down before General Abacha
 Do you still stand by it?
 I did not kneel down before General Abacha
 I pleaded with him, I pleaded with him
 Now, do you still stand by your evidence?
 I stand by my evidence, now what you have shown
 Now what you have shown does not contradict my evidence
 You did not cry before General Abacha?
 I did not cry before General Abacha, yes
 You are also standing by your evidence
 That General Abacha did not give you tissue papers to wipe your tears
 

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Duration
03:19
Key
1
Tempo
89 BPM

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