Gang Signs by EBONY TUSKS Lyrics
For those unfamiliar with the insignia
Brutalist regime, heavy-lidded from inexpensive drug
Split and sip a fifth, a stiff upper lip to a bitter cup
Fisticuffs, renewed membership in the missing digit club
Bite the hand that feeds, this piranha tank isn't big enough
Overboard your patna dem, wildly waving his swimming trunks
Life preserver tossed, an armada was chillin' in the cut
No, surrender won't be an option until you've given blood
Nothing short of committing a couple missing teeth
The wanderlust in our ranks when stumbling city streets
Break the huddle and scrimmage, fumbling into beef
Conference champions, treat divisionals like it's little league
Catch an L and go run and tell it to consulate
Non-negotiable but informants are rather talkative
Note the back-and-forth disappearance of covert operatives
You do what you want when you poppin' but it'll cost a grip
'Cuz some of us known for shooting the messenger
When nothing less than a bullet wound is acceptable
Respect authority, curfew mostly for spectacle
Order from a king, fat and bloated up on a pedestal
To all the figureheads noted that plot against me
I'm soon to catch you maneuvering, paranoid in the city, I know
Switch from marijuana to bennies, I know
Couple hunnid rounds in the semi, I know
Streets watchin', the holding pattern of nocturnes
Candle for inhalation, a ball of wax in his nostrils
Won't you pay us a visit? Cul-de-sac: where we got work
Friendly neighborhood butcher: liver jammed into knockwurst
Back to pourin' this liquor - die to ride as a mobster
Stuck between having dreams of his ride or die in a brown skirt
Government name or moniker, neither when the cops lurk
Private investigator a hammer short of an outburst, huh
A bit ironic we beg divinity intervene
As if some harrowed devotion would spare a libertine
To want for better but live so careless and indiscreet
Hit the block, convert a young bull into delicate wildebeest
And when the price get exorbitant, shift to politics
Swear it's nothing left in a shortage but brittle promises
Heavy be the head when it's dormant and you do not exist
You do what you want when you poppin' but it'll cost a grip
But if I'm to be held in contempt for past mistakes
Prepare to fill out an exit interview at the wake
No less indignant if I were to meet you at the gates
Bragging how I'd spent all my life a fugitive that escaped
I'm overwhelmed but I'm lucid and condescending
Like who'da thunk I'd get caught slipping paranoid in the city, I know
Beg for mercy but what's the difference, I know
Beg for mercy but what's the difference, I know
[IK]
IK
Uh
Mack wilds with chrome packed
Hacked files by home rats
You dial they phone tap
You trife it's a known fact
Fuck you contribute to the accolade box
Gift of Gab Biff watch that mic'll Jade Fox
Grew up listening to that child playing on Afeni's porch
Feeling like Boy Meets World... This is Feenie's course
Colonial colloquialism... No speaking Deutsch
Feeling the fire that burns away at your tiki torch
Feel like 2012... Greedy white hot
Must be looking for heat I'ma give 'em a slight Bosh
Dirty dirty laundry... leave you white washed
You at room temperature and they wanna ice scotch
I see the reason behind who run it
Die for the same colors seen creased inside a new hunnit
8 out of ten'll see that Pat... A new summit
And 2 out of ten'll spread for bread. That's blue bonnet
Gang signs
Brutalist regime, heavy-lidded from inexpensive drug
Split and sip a fifth, a stiff upper lip to a bitter cup
Fisticuffs, renewed membership in the missing digit club
Bite the hand that feeds, this piranha tank isn't big enough
Overboard your patna dem, wildly waving his swimming trunks
Life preserver tossed, an armada was chillin' in the cut
No, surrender won't be an option until you've given blood
Nothing short of committing a couple missing teeth
The wanderlust in our ranks when stumbling city streets
Break the huddle and scrimmage, fumbling into beef
Conference champions, treat divisionals like it's little league
Catch an L and go run and tell it to consulate
Non-negotiable but informants are rather talkative
Note the back-and-forth disappearance of covert operatives
You do what you want when you poppin' but it'll cost a grip
'Cuz some of us known for shooting the messenger
When nothing less than a bullet wound is acceptable
Respect authority, curfew mostly for spectacle
Order from a king, fat and bloated up on a pedestal
To all the figureheads noted that plot against me
I'm soon to catch you maneuvering, paranoid in the city, I know
Switch from marijuana to bennies, I know
Couple hunnid rounds in the semi, I know
Streets watchin', the holding pattern of nocturnes
Candle for inhalation, a ball of wax in his nostrils
Won't you pay us a visit? Cul-de-sac: where we got work
Friendly neighborhood butcher: liver jammed into knockwurst
Back to pourin' this liquor - die to ride as a mobster
Stuck between having dreams of his ride or die in a brown skirt
Government name or moniker, neither when the cops lurk
Private investigator a hammer short of an outburst, huh
A bit ironic we beg divinity intervene
As if some harrowed devotion would spare a libertine
To want for better but live so careless and indiscreet
Hit the block, convert a young bull into delicate wildebeest
And when the price get exorbitant, shift to politics
Swear it's nothing left in a shortage but brittle promises
Heavy be the head when it's dormant and you do not exist
You do what you want when you poppin' but it'll cost a grip
But if I'm to be held in contempt for past mistakes
Prepare to fill out an exit interview at the wake
No less indignant if I were to meet you at the gates
Bragging how I'd spent all my life a fugitive that escaped
I'm overwhelmed but I'm lucid and condescending
Like who'da thunk I'd get caught slipping paranoid in the city, I know
Beg for mercy but what's the difference, I know
Beg for mercy but what's the difference, I know
[IK]
IK
Uh
Mack wilds with chrome packed
Hacked files by home rats
You dial they phone tap
You trife it's a known fact
Fuck you contribute to the accolade box
Gift of Gab Biff watch that mic'll Jade Fox
Grew up listening to that child playing on Afeni's porch
Feeling like Boy Meets World... This is Feenie's course
Colonial colloquialism... No speaking Deutsch
Feeling the fire that burns away at your tiki torch
Feel like 2012... Greedy white hot
Must be looking for heat I'ma give 'em a slight Bosh
Dirty dirty laundry... leave you white washed
You at room temperature and they wanna ice scotch
I see the reason behind who run it
Die for the same colors seen creased inside a new hunnit
8 out of ten'll see that Pat... A new summit
And 2 out of ten'll spread for bread. That's blue bonnet
Gang signs