Ay,
These are blood bars, unethically made
Drop em out of planes like frag grenades
Blanket 'em with pamphlets in air raids
Leave ‘em shell shocked, shaking afraid

Rap as a hobby death dealer by trade
Free infections from serrated blade
Cut a Red Cross, humanitarian aid
Medical assistance in death that’s MAID

I confess when bombing we make some guesses
Don’t get pressed if we leave a few messes
I walk with footsteps like hydrologic presses
Foot in your ass if you don’t get the message

Propaganda is quite a bore
Cash money’s what they’re fighting for
Dodge the draft, cause fuck the corps
My money don’t finance foreign war

I pay no taxes I’m not employed
We’re unproductive and overjoyed
We keep it cool we play it coy
They turn their backs and we destroy

(Holy Jesus. What is that. What the fuck is that?)
(Incoming!)

Iron rain, duck and cover
pop your ass motherfucker
I’m sliding in smooth like butter
I speak my mind and I don’t mutter

Agent orange flow make the air sick
Your girl goes weak like a geriatric
Pop three in a row call it a hatrick
BPM like machine gun automatic

Drums like machine guns produced by May
We sprayin and prayin you might catch a stray
Don’t try to litigate we ain’t known to sway
Extrajudicial action like Guantanamo Bay

We’re trained in Shaolin methods of torture
Red hot hanger through the backdoor (SIR)
Send us a message and we murder the porter
Grind up his skull with a pestle and mortar

(I think I was trying to say something about the duality of man SIR)
(The what?)

War on the mind, peace on the chest
On the front lines no time to rest
We’re walking fast, we’re on a quest
Barrel of my gun makes all requests

We fire first and, questions last
You’ve got last words, bitch who asked?
I’m in a rush best make ‘em fast
Put you down with a single blast

These rhymes officially classified as warcrimes
Military tribunal try me for my lines
Tell ‘em bout revelations, take it as a sign
Walk The Jewels harbinger of the end times

The Heart of Darkness, Apocalypse Now
Men bowing down to golden cows
Revolution like Chairman Mao
Back to the wall and a bullet through the brow

The pale horse of death is a helicopter
Shooting out the window full auto chopper
Chop chop chop the sound’s a heart stopper
It don’t make deals never been much a talker

Spit like napalm, scorch the earth
Leave a wasteland, mark our turf
Still we fight for whatever it’s worth
Ill like this since the day of my birth