Freedmen's Bureau - E L U C I D, Billy Woods

25K starting pay, play the game

Make a name for yourself

Put the blame on someone else

Oh he reached to resist

Empty clips and spent shells

Just how many, in defense it’s all blurred

Allegations waiting, where’s the autopsy

Toxicology lab and they knocking

If it was one of your own I bet they’d have the city sewn the fuck up

Muscle down the weakest link

You can’t stop the bumrush

Tactics of a lesser god

Feed the beast, scan your card

Carbs in charge, quota time, numbers talk

Jeers and taunts, fuck 'em all

Damage control, procedures right out the book

Be honest for once, man

You shoot cause you shook

Death squads answer to who?

Furtive movements, make 'em nervous men

They grabbing their tool

Bet that’s murder, bloody murder

Which weasel you finna hide behind?

State-appointed pervert, the story it’s all designed

Vulture time, crooked dicks, and deep pockets

Lifetime desk job offers with full coverage

One hand wash the other, loyalty is a given

Who you calling a victim?

Stay away from twice-fried pork

Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga

Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to

Ain’t no telling what he might do

Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga

Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to

Ain’t no telling what he might do

Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga

Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to

Ain’t no telling what he might do

Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga

Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to

Ain’t no telling what he might do

They wanna know if you live what you say

But talk is cheap and I’m in the dollar store erry day

I’ve half a mind to rob the place

Clean getaway to stalk streets with a pocketful of bad pennies

Juvenile Techniques

Double Vinyl, paint train Lionel

Mind you, the last time shit went down we couldn’t find you

So, revolution?

Color me skeptical like swine flew

Crackers still win when they lose, like Rocky

88, King Jaffe, 7th grade, Coming To America, slightly out of touch

I wasn’t black enough for the back of the cheese bus

Swiftly dumbed it down, started acting up (you see where that got me!)

They dark as Chris Tucker calling me a spear chucker

Kid, they really mindfucked ya

But make no mistake, I’m Quinn Buckner

Black on Black

Matter fact errybody in the hood Benjamin Button

It’s just black don’t crack

Erry corner Babylon strapped with gats, more plastic than Chinese export

And it’s looking like we caught

Till he use the force

These are not the negroes you’re looking for

Whether synth or beatbox, heat rocks like pipe dreaming in detox

Now all I need is a tape fulla disposable cheap shots

To get the moniker buzzing like doors to 90s weed spots

Super Cat cousin, I’ll play the fiddle while ya ghetto red hot

Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga

Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to

Ain’t no telling what he might do

Everybody wanna be a nigga, nobody wanna be a nigga

Furtive movements, trigger blast they got a right to

Ain’t no telling what he might do