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nick wiz - the natives are restless lyrics

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 n+gga’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 bullsh+t—flush ‘em out
i’m plunging, destroying you dragons in my dungeon
souls are consumed in my temple of doom. verbally
mad sk!lls flow like blood from a gun wound
n+gga, 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 sh+t like jethro tull. i’m out of order
like a vending machine. n+ggas fiend
like my sk!ll was rolled+over nicotine
stop trying to scheme on me and my n+gga
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 n+ggas
collapse like a senior having a heart attack
create bait out of punks that squirm like worms
i use listerine ‘cause i’m k!lling n+ggas like germs
clearing blocks like cops, so stop. my glock pops
on n+ggas more times than the f+cking 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
f+ck the drop and roll—burn, baby, burn, burn
travel with me to h+ll as i dwell, making emcees
crumble in my hands easier than taco sh+lls
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 sh+t 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 n+ggas’ behinds, closing their minds
‘cause, like scarface, motherf+ckers know the world is mine
don’t close your eyes to this deadly surprise
wake up, n+gga! you might not survive!
wake up, n+gga! you might not survive!
wake up, n+gga! 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 g+ys, i destroy the world in seven days
n+ggas is p+ssy, 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 he+rs+, i’m striking brothers like a book of matches
never owe you props. my partner a bandit, i’ll sn+tch 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
n+ggas through the planet. the type of sh+t 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

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