Where The Wild Things Are

[Verse 1 : E L U C I D] First fight came home with a bloody nose Second fight same day pops like Don't step back in this yard if you don't take control Or deal with me you need make it known I ain't raise a punk you better hold your own I walked back slow and snuffed Rahmel from behind Closed my eyes still swinging hard fire welled up inside Power bitter to the taste Swollen my face felt fried Winded tell me got this Learned to walk with my pride Must Earn your right to survive Rite of passage What was foreign grew familiar with time Too young to process particulars My views unrefined Innocent mind Before neighbors was truly ready to die Dyno BMX spoke chrome cycle kept spinning Acts of violence I'm a victim and a wide eyed witness Block Yellow tape ballistics South Jamaica 88 fever murder rate statistic Growing Older higher stakes been normalized by repetition Fall in line late for the wake Henny pour it to me straight Moms reminded me I'm different From these Miseducated henchman Murdering my brother not gangsta but mostly desperate acts of submission Throw YOUR hands up in the air Strays Whistled from a distance Scratched serial standard issued All night prayer, tears, pass moms a tissue [Verse 2: billy woods] Dumb out, stupid nice Waiting For Superman Classroom full of Kryptonite Juvenile Hell The Trife Life Ossie Davis been dead Now they hand you gun and knife said Do The Thing Right Banana in the tailpipe Eyes squeezed tight squeezing off On a-alikes with the ArmaLite Born yesterday but hey They was up all night Looking for niggas only found theyselves Pulling on triggers Spot Enemy outside his home Let fly like Predator drone hell to pay Like predatory loan Rule of the Bone did the Regents off the dome Studied the streets Prepaid the phone hand a lil’ nigga the heat You don’t really want to know how it go Like ground beef A mother’s grief Overdubbed on top some hot beats Shots cheap/foot chase in Rock Creek I’m wired Can’t sleep behind a fade someone caught last week King of the Wild Things Made it home for supper You should see the other kid He’s a dead motherfucker