Funeral (written by Elucid): The world’s most dangerous Nature of the threat Fear painted us Shades of scarlet Smear campaigns On marked targets Even unarmed We spar with marksmen Arms too short to choke out pale devils Makeshift rookie rebels Versus military surplus reserve grade weapons Save for reference The message The pigs response we saw in Ferguson is a look into the future of policing in America at large The ghetto’s been an experiment Abuse of power comes as no surprise Reinforcing the divide As the gap widens Know your place or face extreme violence Your right to remain silent been suspended Sparked the offensive Groundswell as the phalanx inches Facing opposite the winds Tear gas dispenses Returned vollies Black bodies trigger hidden bias Rounds flying distant siren Homegoing kiss the gates of Zion

Recreate the phalanx, spears at that angle This fight is for our lives & Zulu is the failsafe Blood spilled all over ribbons star spangled You’d think we were the Wendigo, how white men never feel safe Police were always tasked: go and round up all the freed slaves Never free at last, have us searching for the real tapes Grew up Brooklyn ‘88 Perpetual police state They walked the beat, whistled Dixie Pointed nightsticks in our face Taught that chokehold, ran amuck Then deemed it all illegal? Wait? … I hear another Black body falling Black star extinguished before he found his calling Cuffed up in the backseat, hands behind the Black But yet and still we shoot ourselves?!? What kind of sense is that?? Dutton said the hunt was on, the prey- the Men in Black Rebel’s the only option, all the passive hit the back. And all my Rebel Massive, green and red and then the Black The tide is soon to turn, a flood of Forty Nights in fact Feeling lucky test the theory, kill another boy that’s Black And you’ll have this Boom Bap Zulu Out the trees like Ceasar’s Back!! It’s the rebirth of the dawn of the fear of the Planet Black! It’s the rebirth of the dawn of the fear of the Planet Black! But every nigga on my block Can’t stop, and he won’t stop, and he don’t stop (repeat 7X)

tell my son like this Don’t admit to shit but Don’t resist Don’t flinch when you get gripped up metal bites the wrist Don’t talk about rights or what’s right or what would happen if you were white even if they whip your ass Don’t fight Don’t laugh or get tight might jump out the shadows middle of the night but it’s on you Boy to keep those hands in plain sight Don’t touch your belt reach for your wallet or happen to be holding your cell normal speech is a yell yelling is a reach for the gun silence an admission of guilt Don’t try to walk away if you’re running then run! if you’re smart play dumb Don’t get caught in the slums or a nice neighborhood you aint from if you need help Don’t call 911 Can’t Truss It