The Natives Are Restless

Nick Wiz ft. Native Assassins - “The Natives Are Restless”
[Emcee(s): Black Sun and Fatal]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]

[Verse 1: Black Sun and Native Assassins]
I destroy
The sector, dissect the ill resurrector of
The mad flavors sweet as nectar. Whatever
You could do, I could do better, except I die
Harder, I slaughter, my mainframe’s out of order
I blast and watch a nigga’s chest cave in like a cavern
Follow the pattern in the brawl, I’m rougher than the All-Madden
Next thing is Brussel sprouts. Emcees are bullshit—flush ‘em out
I’m plunging, destroying you Dragons in my Dungeon
Souls are consumed in my Temple of Doom. Verbally
Mad skills flow like blood from a gun wound
Nigga, I represent thicker. From any
Angle, microphones I strangle like a boa constrictor
Systematically slaughter in any quarter, I’m beating
Brothers like Rodney King, so run and get your camcorder
The nappy knotty blast the shottie, nah see the sunshine
Outlook. Your girl could get tapped like Gotti’s phone line
Fatal the mad sniper on the eve of Armageddon
Natives are restless! Ayyo, kid, no question
Natives are restless! Ayyo, kid, no question
Natives are restless!

[Verse 2: Fatal]
Is the cup half-
-empty or is it half-full? Make that crazy
Ill shit like Jethro Tull. I’m out of order
Like a vending machine. Niggas fiend
Like my skill was rolled-over nicotine
Stop trying to scheme on me and my nigga
Full-time emcee, part-time gravedigger
I’ll put you to sleep like Bob Ross, and when you wake up
Like a Jew, I’ll crucify you on a wooden cross
Terrorizing with a blackjack, making niggas
Collapse like a senior having a heart attack
Create bait out of punks that squirm like worms
I use Listerine ‘cause I’m killing niggas like germs
Clearing blocks like cops, so stop. My Glock pops
On niggas more times than the fucking raindrops
And when the day comes I decide to leave the Earth
My name will be remembered like the Candyman curse

[Hook: Native Assassins] (x2)
Mass Hysteria, damage, terror
Natives are restless. Ayyo, kid, whatever
Mass Hysteria, damage, terror
Natives are restless. Ayyo, kid, whatever

[Verse 3: Fatal and Native Assassins]
Stop, look, listen, learn
Fuck the drop and roll—burn, baby, burn, burn
Travel with me to Hell as I dwell, making emcees
Crumble in my hands easier than taco shells
A bounty hunter like Boba Feet, freezing emcees
Like Han Solo to melt on heated DJ sets
Give me a flame then light the fuse, leaving brothers’
Minds more confused than a twisted Rubik’s Cube’s
Lyrics of lightning cutting down trees on the norm
‘Cause my shit is coming more violent than a thunderstorm
Holding hangings at high noon in front of saloons
Laying emcees to rest in graves with an unmarked tomb
Disintegrate you off the Earth, leaving no trace
Stinging brothers worse than a rapist sprayed in the face with mace
Putting my boot in niggas’ behinds, closing their minds
‘Cause, like Scarface, motherfuckers know the world is mine
Don’t close your eyes to this deadly surprise
Wake up, nigga! You might not survive!
Wake up, nigga! You might not survive!
Wake up, nigga! You might not survive!

[Verse 4: Black Sun and Fatal]
Fatal
Is lethal. Mass Hysteria? Those my peoples. Method
Of action: I’m subtraction, so now no man is equal
Eternal slaughter, the mad marauder sealing your tomb
Spark a bag of boom and inhale buddha like bus fumes
It’s Armageddon on one phrase. My mind switch
Like gays, I destroy the world in seven days
Niggas is pussy, so catch the mad dush. When your man
Push, no soldier can withstand this ambush. I
Spark and rip your soul apart. You bring your ass
And I commence to start beating like a baby’s heart. Inhale
And catch your last breath before I hit him
Now you wishing you was an abortion victim, so who’s
The baddest? Feeding off your feet like maggots. Preserve
A hearse, I’m striking brothers like a book of matches
Never owe you props. My partner a bandit, I’ll snatch a milli’
You’re stranded. No question, I represent harder than granite
Impact enough to leave the Earth with a bandage
All that remains are bloodstains when I vanish. I’m stomping
Niggas through the planet. The type of shit I got in store
Is sending chills through the Devil’s core—need I say more?

[Hook: Native Assassins]
Mass Hysteria, damage, terror
Natives are restless. Ayyo, kid, whatever
Mass Hysteria, damage, terror
Natives are restless. Ayyo, kid, whatever