Private Silence

[Moor Mother and Reef the Lost Cauze]

The impurities of they frequencies killed my grandmother these motherfuckers they never love ya

They just want to fuck ya and suck milk from ya titties like they ancestors

Two evils, can't take the lesser

Go with me and second guess her

[Moor Mother]

I'm so glad

Trouble don't last [gone to waste?]

[?] forefather do

That's the special

You squeeze the bezel

The metal take you to a higher level

To see Jesus and the devil

The fire from the bevel shine bright like a diamond

[ornameanor?]

Against the backdrops of sirens and mothers crying

Daughters and sons had they hands up but now they dying

We still multiplyin'

Yuh

I'm so glad

Trouble don't last [always?]

Stuck in this bullshit called America (who!)

The system's nuclear

The impurities of they frequencies killed my grandmother (who!)

These motherfuckers they never love ya

They just wanna fuck ya

And suck milk from ya titties like they ancestors

Two evils can't pick the lesser

Go ahead second guess her

Her name [?]

Holy war

Snatch the head off a quarter

Throw the world out of order

The whole world outta order, yuh

You got that [whip uphill?]

You got that whip uphill

You got that whip uphill

Black [tation?] shoot em up then kill

[Reef the Lost Cauze]

Shoot em, shoot em up, shoot em up

Black steel, black steel shoot em up now

Black steel in the hour [?]

This is the devil [?] seance

Yea, yea, yea

Kill em kill em kill em slow kill em

[?]

And you can't murder me I just appear in your dreams

The haunting

Being Black in America's daunting

But fuck that noise

I mostly kill and destroy

I got a daughter and two little boys

Do you know what that makes me

Give a fuck if you hate me

I [?] safety

You white pasty tasteless racist

I break ya fuckin bones with ya, face it

And blood i wanna taste it

Blood on my knife, mud on my symbol

And I sharpen it as I'm kicking you to

Never do this shit again

I choose violence I choose [?] who what where the [white man?]

I don't negotiate with terrorists

This is my island, I'm [wildin'?]

Be more stylin'

Why are cops profilin'

He talk back so they shot him

Welcome to Hell, yeah this is my asylum

Real nigga problems, niggas [thought they?] free

No olly olly oxen

[Moor Mother]

[nice sticks?] ice picks

Knights on horseback

Crackin whips I guess they think it brings back the magic

And you got that whip uphill