Fanon's Ghost

[Verse 1: billy woods] I did the dirty work and kindly cut my piece first Called in sick, still showed up on time, I'm the worst We don't even have to argue I'm checked out, inert My lawyer argued I gave the green away like Starburst Chapter and verse, the Devil quote Better than the pastor at your church; jungle fever, as you know Curses thirst: the bottomless hole Down bottom you gotta let some things go, you better know I listen to they stories and hear what wasn't told Tap to the side of the nose Word to the wise, don't do nothing with them guys Refuse the second cuppa like "Oh my, look at the time" Crackling fire to keep his wit dry, dour in the English countryside Whip like horse and buggy, buddy it ain't no free ride Paul Kagame fake nice guy, the type white people like But negroes like "Bredrin it not worth your life" Hit dog holla but will it bite? White supremacist livin' in squalor rantin' 'bout kikes on the internet He pressed 'Like' Don't worry, it's just a meme It's a just a meme, my hands are clean (It's a just a meme) [Chorus: E L U C I D] Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" Say, "Oh, ha!" (Ya) [Verse 2: E L U C I D] It was already stolen when I stole it I'm on the amen corner waiting for old white men to die Time served, pride that collides No we can't fuck our way to liberation The age of awakening A mass conscious manipulation Humanity's an Anunnaki computer simulation This virus can't be contained All that remains Mix a couple pints of lean in the quarantine, godspeed Blood thick, came from the mud with it My philosophy Half "come swallow me" and half recognizin' the toxic ideology I was born into All my skin folk ain't my kinfolk Kicked out the window to my soul, I feel destructive Dearly my beloved Self-immolation, you hear me now 60-hertz hum Gears of war, grind 'em down Killing sound Throw that ass in a circle Sprinklin' hash with the purple One thing is for certain Our prophets have come and gone Nothing ever really dies, the light only change form Murder, more murder, more murder, more rider of the storm At war with the mystic, horn in the distance They don't read enough poetry to flow with me Brethren, sistren and gender-fuck, no weapon formed to hinder us Freedom not given but deliberately engineered No mystery hidden, it's all in the clear Worse for the wear Light burst from a flare, impenetrable black They scared to say it