Super Chron Flight Brothers - Slaughterhouse lyrics

[Verse 1: Privilege] Under the dark of night the cover of silence Some mother tuckers her kids up under the covers To shield their eyes from the blinding light Crashing through their windows Shrapnel pa**ing through their system Asking why is irrelevant when it's smart bombs Intelligence rat, zeroes in on your welcome mat Cul-de-sac helter skelter Bomb shelter fall to the ground Screams abound Cries from listless little children loud as grown men and women If you listen its indecipherable If his mission on the mic why he pissing into the tide pool? If his intention not to fight well then why did he bring the rifle? This life we struggle with, these stresses on the daily Similarly, internally question ourselves the same way Why you start off with a gram, turn it into a day? Why you let weekend slip away? Why Uncle Sam always take so much of my pay? Why did Elle Driver k** Pai Mei? The streets don't stop, they stay plain As the breakfast of champions with Kurt Cocaine I ate yesterday on burnt toast, don't 'Serv' so safe, what a waste Got used to the taste inside the slaughterhouse where modest mice get stepped on Under the cover of silence The dark of night made my escape unbated, breath Took a pull of the cess, headed straight to the rest Just hope tonight's not mine And I await to the next - c'mon! [Verse 2: Billy Woods] Ask me no questions-- In front the velvet ropes it's all bright lights and banging acoustics Follow me backstage, behind the music Under the masquerade, bitter old burnt quart masked by dutches of haze You see? It's more than the words on the page Dialectic slaves ever indirect So when he says he never loves a b**h I see a little boy ashamed his mom's on that sh**, on that strip And even when she was real sick daddy ain't ever call Ask your favorite trapper slash rapper The one who keep working the streets, the one who ball The merciless gun clapper who's team runs deep like a marathon Gangsta all day long but let police get at 'em Mouth open like the Amazon When them crackers got you laying there ain't no rap song It's a lonely biz - fair-weather friends, tears from mom And the hardness of eyeing your kids Live by the gun? Trust me that Uzi weigh a ton Play it again Sam, only this time make it look like you having fun The great pretenders - ice grill - new blackface So long as those teeth showing Big spenders with mills in the briefcase, co*ktails by the ocean Models legs open The American dream written in stifling tenements by flicking florescent lights Desperately hoping to escape this life The words spoken into crackling mics B.M.W. sitting on the biggest kicks Every black man's wish personified escape the lead paint and nightsticks In the dark, searching for that light switch It's just a mask we wearing Well, cause round here you either cry or you laugh And we laughing