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billy woods - freedman's bureau lyrics

[elucid]
25k starting pay play the game
make a name for youself
put the blame on someone else
oh he reached to resist
empty clips and spent sh-lls
just how many in defense it’s all blurred
allegations waiting where’s the autopsy
toxicology labs they knocking
if it was one of your own i bet they’d have the city sewn the f-ck up
muscle down the weakest link
u [sic] can’t stop the b-mrush
tactics of a lesser god
feed the beast scan ur [sic] card
carbs in charge quota time mnumbers talk
jeers and taunts f-ck ’em all
damage control procedures right out the book
be honest for one
you shoot cause u [sic] shook
death squads answer to who? furtive movements make ’em nervous
bet they grabbing their tool
that murder bl–dy murder
which weasel u [sic] gonna hide behind?
state appointed pervert the story it’s all designed
vulture time crooked d-cks and deep pocket
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

[hook]
everybody wanna be a n-gg-
n-body wanna be a n-gg-
furtive movements
trigger blast they got a right to
ain’t no telling what they might do

[billy]
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 sh-t 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 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 mindf-cked ya
but make no mistake, i’m quinn buckner
black on black
matter fact errybody in the hood benjamin b-tton
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
there 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

[hook 2x]

[note: i’m pulling directly from the alb-m sleeve lyric book. i’m not sure why elucid’s verses use “u” and “ur” but i figured i’d stick true to what he wrote]

- billy woods lyrics

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