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