Genocide

The Reavers (ft. Spiga, billy woods, and Kong) - “Genocide”
[Emcee(s): Spiga, billy woods, and Kong]
[Producer(s): Bond (AKA 007)]

[Intro: Sample]
“Bombs and ammunition are cheap and plentiful in Africa. Each rifle costs less than 20 U.S. dollars”

[Verse 1: Spiga]
Deeper than clever, clever’s about ten-shot old, old is
Closer to dead, and dead’s cold, touch your soul, grab a bowl
Weak stomachs toss cookies in fluid. You need to eat
Before abusing your music. Don’t feel stupid, get into it
Get your hands dirty, work for a minute, earn a blessing
Wrap it away for someone to give it. Don’t get it twisted. I’m taking
Whatever you can give me. Yeah, eat good and take
The scraps and double-up off a twenty. Baby, don’t tempt me. It gets ugly
Trust me, you’ve never seen a spider get thirsty
Slow deaths, gurgling blood an act of mercy, and if you curse me, then it
Just got worse. Now I got you biting your skin. A little ketchup
It seems your substance is thin—get your weight up. I’ve stayed up
For two years, been hustling for sleep. Now I’m
Seeing visions, and you still ask if I’m deep. Give me peace, at least
A day in the life of one looking for all. Drunken echoes
In the dark loiter the halls, paint the walls. I’m out

[Verse 2: billy woods]
Silverback weight
First metal I ever held was an FN FAL
7.26 millimeter shells
1968, Congo
River base, and white man agitative
But natives patient for interrogation
Car battery attached to his anatomy, open to
Suggestion. Lessons from Acadies to extract
Confessions. Prolong the torture and scorch you
Like homemade firewater. Guerillas with
Grenades by the border. Sign reads: Out of Order
Posted on your residence. The premise is
War is the pestilence, death is for the penitent
Three Horsemen riding by night, shine
From light, sliding out of sight
Famine on the way. From her, you can’t hide
Lord of the Flies, Planet of the Primates
Smoke in the sky, Pontius Pilate hung us
Like drapes. Roadblock, no escape
AK poking through the driver’s side window
Eyes shut open off African thai endo
Barrel nuzzling you, cousin. Christian or Muslim?
Humble or thugging? Bury ‘em all in the
Same trench. Clutching culottes, soaked
Handkerchiefs, gagging off the stench

[Verse 3: Kong]
My mental
Crush the globe with a touch. Earlobes explode
From flow. Explodes for dough fo’ sho’, fo’ sho’
Ho, give me the hatchet. Weather bad shit
Hope you dumb niggas don’t catch it. A basket of biscuits
Squeezed inside his caskets. Shorty’s son’s
A basket, thirty, rolling on the dirty mattress
They call me backwards ‘cause I robbed a bitch and robbed
This bitch and fucked, then asked for sex afterwards
Kong is the beast in the dirt. Choose your sides
Stand up or be laying by the curb
Remember when I was young, I used to sneak, it’s sick. Liquor? Sip it quick
‘Cause daddy’s coming. You get the picture? Things
Switched up, Kong got the hiccups, pulled the gun
Stick up, then put them wildest hollow-points on the fake thug
But now my vision is clearer. Ready to stop
Swearing and aiming inside of the mirrors. Hear it
Smoking? Smoking thai, my mental envisioning
Darken, my mentality is heartless. I’m back to the liquor
Starting. Fuck wannabe pottery gauntlets who started
Bacardi in cartridges, the liquor darken
Your broad, your bitch like to deepthroat the sausage
She like to put her face in the dirt like an ostrich. Regardless
Kong is monster. Fist clenched on my chest
Cavity from banging, anger management swinging
Beside my chest cavity, anything I bang on
Is caved in. My honor’s ‘graved in with the only thing
That you saved from slavement. Kong. You niggas better
Be patient. Let’s get it raking for real