[Intro] (Luke White on the beat) [Verse] You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain? I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim Such is bashful, but niggas like a task force Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh Niggas ask for peace in a riot, then bring violence 'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent What's the justice in sayin', "Fuck it," and grab the pump? Then kill a woman with many children? Makes you a chump Look in all the stores you wreckin', nigga, I reckon Think about the people who own it for 'bout a second I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs This is not a gang, quit violence and grow a pair But sure, you'd rather hear me say, "Fuck the Black prejudice Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant Views," and etcetera, knives thrown Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion, all cold, oblivious I won't dare say that you should stop the fuckin' ignorance Murder opps, killin' shit, I'd enjoy the thrill of it Bathe in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em, murder 'em, never heard of 'em I could preach the peace but say, "Fuck it," and preach the murder 'Cause this ain't fuckin' life that we livin', go 'head and grab the extension Give Death another one, uncle, cousin, brother, son Glory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of innocence But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance Blasphemous, killin' our own, murderin' Black [Outro] We see, I see, death before the children White guys and White girls hanging from the buildings (We are the Ku Klux Klan, we hate)