Farrakhan - Joey Fatts, Vince Staples

Now, now, you, you

Preachers and leaders

You, you, administrators

You teachers

You leaders, you, are the worst

Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag

I want all beef, get toe-tagged

Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan…

(… Generation of young black men and women…

Your day of leading them is finished!)

Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag

I want all beef, get toe-tagged

Don’t do pigs, motherfuck crash

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan

Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan

(You can’t feel it?)

Read up on ISIS the other day

Bred up on violence, my phone on silent

Can’t call my bluff or anybody, k?

Anybody get touched any kind of way

Anyway, read up on ISIS they trippin'

I ain’t worried about it I’m crippin'

All my automatics extended

Don’t be coming around with that come around

Kill everybody, no witness

Bandana brown like my pigment

Yeah my alma mater like Bunchy Carter

I gun 'em down, I gun 'em down

I’m black, proud, and my mac loud

Five powers to the people

Walk up get down through the peephole

Cold game, cold case, nigga eat chrome

Coldchain

Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag

I want all beef, get toe-tagged

Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan…

(When you talk to young people

You can’t feel that you’re missing them?)

Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag

I want all beef, get toe-tagged

Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan

Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan

(And we don’t want to hear your compromising…)

Feeling godbody when I’m walking around here with that shotty

I don’t need a chronic, you gonna get that business if you try me

Bitch I’m radical, yeah, I’m radical, the automatics blow

Since the Reagan era niggas serve and front that Texaco

They hate what they can’t control, we don’t fuck with no patrol

Take it back to fifty-four, boy I’m sticking to them codes

My fist high, my clique ready

Hood look like Katrina when they broke the levees

My gun cocked, my hand steady

Arm out the window in a black Chevy, uh!

Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag

I want all beef, get toe-tagged

Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan…

(Your day of using our people is over and it will never come back)

Bitch I’m Farrakhan with a blue rag

I want all beef, get toe-tagged

Don’t do pigs, motherfuck CRASH

Young warrior like Conan, Conan, Conan

Conan, Conan, Conan, Conan

(You have bought into the enemy and you want to lead your people, not to God,

not to Jesus, but you want to lead them into the path of their open enemy that

God has come to separate them from)