Fanon's Ghost - Armand Hammer

I did the dirty work and kindly cut my piece first

Called in sick, still showed up on time, I’m the worst

We don’t even have to argue I’m checked out inert

My lawyer argued I gave the green away like Starburst

Chapter and verse

The Devil quote, better than the pastor at your church

Jungle Fever as you know curses thirst

The bottomless hole

Down bottom you gotta let some things go

You better know

I listen to their stories and hear what wasn’t told

Tap to the side of the nose

Word to the wise

Don’t do nothing with them guys

Refuse the second cuppa like 'Oh my, look at the time'

Crackling fire to keep his wit dry

Dour in the English countryside

Whip like horse and buggy

Buddy it ain’t no free ride

Paul Kagame fake nice guy

The type White people like

But Negroes like 'Bredrin it not worth your life'

Hit dog holla but will it bite?

White Supremacist living in squalor but ranting 'bout Kikes on The Internet

He pressed 'Like'

Don’t worry it’s just a meme

It’s a just a meme

My hands clean

Say oh ha

Say oh ha

It was already stolen when I stole it

I’m on the pavement corner waiting for old White men to die

Time served

Private collides

But we can’t fuck our way to liberation

Age of awakening

A mass conscious manipulation

Humanity’s an Anunnaki computer simulation

This virus can’t be contained

All that remains

Mix a couple pints of Lean in the quarantine

God speed

Blood thick

Came from the mud with it

My philosophy, half 'Come swallow me'

Half recognising the toxic ideology I was born into

All my skin folk ain’t my kin folk

Kicked out the window to my soul

I feel destructive

Dearly my beloved

Self-Immolation

You hear me now

60 Hertz hum

Gears of war

Grind them down

Killing sound

Throw that ass in a circle

Sprinkling Hash with the Purple

One thing is for certain

Our Prophets have come and gone

Nothing ever really dies the light only change form

Murder more murder more murder more

Writer of the storm

At war with the mystic

Horn in the distance

They don’t read enough poetry to flow with me

Brethren, Sistren and Gender-Fuck

No weapon formed to hinder us

Freedom not given but deliberately engineered

No mystery hidden

It’s all in the clear

Worse for the wear

Light burst from a flare

Impenetrable black

They scared to say it