Not quite a thirst for blood
Just a fetish for crumbling empires
Catch em with the men that rip the tongues from liars
Young and excited
Beloved his rifle, gave her a title
The natives knew that he was trouble on arrival
As he kissed the cross on his chest
And gave his final breath
Knowing this full on frontal assault
Is certain death
There stands a man at the barracks
Who don’t ever miss chest
Seein his soldiers get chopped down
Can’t help but feel blessed
Cause worst comes to worst
He love the smell of napalm in the morning
For centuries, this country’s been sittin on
Reserves
Of the finest jewels, women and herbs
And It’s what he deserves
The Dior dye cochineal
Magnify his crown you see Congolese fingerprints
He’s on some drippy shit
A line of betas tryna get like him
Swear He’s got plenty
A buncha bitch niggas with penis envy
Who adorn with aggression
Dries with the drac
The locals call em
Antwerp 6 Gods
Got a nice ring to it
Corpses ablaze
Illuminate the after party
Splitting image of his face
Don’t behave at the party
She show ass and she flaunt it
As if family ain’t the focus
Give a fuck bout if you want it
I see what you align with it’s the wretched and the haunted
A deconstruction of the jewel I once
Held flawless
Not quite a hatred for women
A fetish for domination
Can catch em with stock in Big Pharma tryna sell the matrix
Or with NYPD tryna find out where the raves is
If you didn’t know better you’d
Catch chills from his cadence
But we gon still sport his logo
Dopamine craved, enslaved, fightin FOMO
“This was my foundation. That concrete jungle was my soil. It sets the tone for the decisions I make today as a being of freer will
Foreigners take their father’s Fortune 500 money and attend the universities that steamroll and displace the locals. Said transplants get antsy and seek out their ressentiment within our creative scenes. They feign an understanding of the nature of things here but, we don’t blame them for their confusion
After all, how can we understand those who claim to have discovered an Indian Oedipus or an African Oedipus? They are the first to admit that they re-encounter none of the mechanisms or attitudes that constitute their own Oedipus.”