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Drink it up

Fifty years 'bout enough

Time to come back (Blood, blood)

They want to call the bluff

Okay, then

Time to come back (What up!) (Blood)

Hail King Huey

Do it for fluid, you knew it was movin' forever

Loop it, the truth is, the movement was really too clever

Who is the newest to do it

Pursuing a useless, polluted agenda?

Too long to get they bullshit together

Fifty years 'bout enough (Blood)

Patient, gave 'em a two year grace

'66 came and they saw the true face

Black on black on black, irate

Had 'em all runnin' scared straight out the gate

Skin do show you who kin, that’s it though

What’s inside never been too simple

Syrup, he sip, 'cause he can’t taste his own (Blood)

Drink it up, drink it up

You belong in every milliliter of

They tried to take out every military leader, but

You was born to be a martyr

And it doesn’t mean a thing because that body really meat

Fill it up, your history is one you might consider killing for

This ain’t the shit they taught you when you went to kindergarten

What you need to know is in the (Blood)

Queen Angela done told y’all, «Grasp at the root»

So what y’all talkin' 'bout—"Hands up, don’t shoot"?

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Look back, blood on the ground

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Look straight, they still shootin'

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Jump back, still here

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Now what that tell you 'bout death?

Death ain’t shit, you got to

Drink it up, drink it up

(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)

Drink it up, drink it up

Drink it up, drink it up

(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)

Drink it up, drink it up

Fist in the sky if you ready, dice a ofay like confetti

They thought you was playin'

Though really the game was more trainin'

There finna be (Blood)

And much of it blue

Time to fly, 'cause you know time fickle

So cold, finna snow, swing a icicle

Takin' out a police or a politician issuing a statement sayin'

Turn it on a dime or get the nickel

And it ain’t just money, B, this ain’t honey

Sweet, but it’s funny to think of them wantin' to speak

When this pain is deep and ingrained in (Blood)

Drink it up, dress it down

Queen shit, wear the crown, King shit, wear the wounds

New blood in the wombs

Loose noose, clear the tombs, bubblegoose, suede shoes

Lookin' like a who’s who of the dead

Come back, bust a head, run track to the red

Black suit, black hair, black wings, black stare

Blackout for the (Blood) (Button up, bruh)

Actin' fool was just acting

You knew about adapting since dudes started tappin'

And in the dark, flapping the full moon

Asking if you knew the passion that grew when unmasked

Because they were never seein' the basics

Geronimo, Erika, Gregory

With they faces in every book, record, or CD

Even made the MP3s laced with (Blood)

Brother Malcolm done told y’all, «By any means»

So what y’all talkin' 'bout—"All on the same team"?

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Look back, blood on the ground

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Look straight, they still shootin'

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Jump back, still here

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Now what that tell you 'bout death?

Death ain’t shit, you got to

Drink it up, drink it up

(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)

Drink it up, drink it up

Drink it up, drink it up

(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)

Drink it up, drink it up

Everybody wanna kill a movement 'fore the moment

But they cannot kill what cannot die

There wasn’t ever really an opponent

For what they figured was only three-fifth-human

And they thought they could enslave

By disconnecting from the truth

But look at Brother George

He’s back again and never did look finer

Said it’s time to gather up another meeting of the Ina

Said that Quentin couldn’t kill him and America can’t either

And he been sleepin' since '71

Ain’t it time to feed, or at least sip a little sum’n?

He up in the Cadillac with little Bobby Hutton

Ridin' shotty with the shotty, swoopin' up the cousins

They soo-woopin' for your blood

That Bobby Seale is on the door

When they regroup up at the club

And Brother Eldridge is keepin' souls on ice

'Til the time was just right, now suffices

Emory got the scene drawn up nice

And Afeni here with Pac, yep, thug life

Kathleen, «Black and Beautiful» as the motto

Assata up in here sippin' a bloody café cubano

With Hilliard on the seat next to her babysittin' the ralo

Waitin' for Heron to say somethin' fly for them all to follow

Into the night, let it swallow, eyes on the sparrow tomorrow

You know the marrow is hollow and light as air

And the call is out to the rest

And this model of effervescence when all of it manifested

They never bothered to question

While calling for the arrest and murder

Guess they never knew it was a test

To best assess the way to move in

And digest the flesh of every wicked human

'Til the best and blackest blood is back to ruling

Prince Stokely done told y’all, «Have no fear»

So how come every time they be like, «Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!»

Y’all look scared?

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Look back, blood on the ground

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Look straight, they still shootin'

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Jump back, still here

Aw deeyanga, aw deeyanga

Now what that tell you 'bout death?

Death ain’t shit, you got to

Drink it up, drink it up

(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)

Drink it up, drink it up

Drink it up, drink it up

(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood)

Drink it up, drink it up

Drink it up, drink it up

(There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, among its people)

Drink it up, drink it up