Bodycount!
Body muthafuckin' count!

1994 BC Rise

Masters of revenge,
Masters of payback
Inciters of chaos
Messengers of rage.

All we wanna do to you is what you did to us.
All we wanna take from you is what you stole from us.

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You can't kill us we're already dead.
You can't kill the truth you're already dead

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You took my past I want your future.
You took my parents we want your children.

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There can never be justice on stolen land.
There's nowhere to run you can't escape fate.

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Payback muthafuckas.

No! Help

It's the killin' floor, killin' floor!
Yeah!
Ah!
Killin' floor!
No!
Killin' Floor!
Ah!
Killin' floor!

Bodycount Muthafuckas!

Necessary evil

Look outside my window,
I still see a fucked up world.
Waking up to helicopter and car alarms, does this happen where you live?
Gunshots sound in my mind
I don't flinch anymore.
When I see niggas in my hood, they're holdin' their dicks tight.

Yo, fuck my landlord
I'm a step away from clearing this shotgun
To erase the problem
Does this happen where you live?
Just had steak and lobster last night now I gotta rob a liquor store.
But it seems so normal because it's necessary evil

Car hit my dog, babies die, raped in a stairwell, cop killed a little girl, armed robbery, shooter of a drive-by, smokin' cain, sellin' joints in Jr High.
Head from a minor, sex with animals, butthole surfers, a fucked up rehearsal, lost pawn ticket, wrecked my father's car.
Can't pay my school loan, major jack move, holy underwear.
Stuck in the pen, forced in a gang, plain, wrapped food, fucked up presidents, sleepin' through trash day.
Hit a police car, gettin' laid off, gotta pay taxes, gridlock traffic, jealous muthafuckas, bitch tried to do me, hit and run, I got a fat bitch pregnant!

Necessary evil

Little white kid with a kool-aid smile training wheels on his bike thought they called me a nigga.
Pushed that little bastard in traffic so graphic, he was holdin' his bike tight.
He was a victim of fucked up explaining, an American example of fucked training.
When the fuckin' bus connected, he flew like Knievel.
I was just necessary evil

Necessary evil

You killed my fuckin' brotha
Payback muthafucka
1 - 8 - 7 nigga
Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga

Revenge

Drive-by!

Oh am I dreamin' ?
Oh am I dreamin' ?
Am I alone ?
Oh am I dreamin' ?
Am I alone ?
Yeah!

I like to wait 'til late nite, 'til you muthafuckas sleep.
I crawl in through your window and Imuthafuckin' creep.
I catch you little punk ass kids asleep in your beds, and I take out my knife and I cut off your muthafuckin' heads.
I want your last breath!
I want your last breath.

You're not dreamin'
You're not alone.

Oh I want your last breath, your last breath, your last breath/
I want your last breath!

So you go downstairs to see if everything is alright.
You're afraid you're alone and it's late on a rainy night.
Are you asleep or awake you don't know as you turn around, and my rusty blade cuts you open and you hit the ground.
I want your last breath.
I want your last breath!

You're no dreamin'!

You give me for honor (graves)
Where your soldeirs lay (graves)
They're so far away (graves)
The home of the brave (graves)

I won't die in your bullshit wars no more.
I won't fight to my death for you.
I won't watch my poor mama cry no more.
Muthafuck your red, white and blue.

Thousands of men go to war to fight for politics which they don't understand.
Murder people who they never met.
When they make it home they're considered a vet.
Fire drops from the sky as the young boys die far from home, all alone, it's a sin.
All you get in return in a shit shallow grave, 'cause in war there's no way you can win.

M.I.A., yeah right, you think they give a fuck, you're just pawns in the game off the board.
Brainwashed to the point where you kill at the drop of a dime but it's not called a crime.
Vietnam, Persian Gulf, did we win? Did we lose?
Thousands die, human beings you choose.
Once in you're owned by the man, Uncle Sam is his name, you're his slave, shallow graves

You give me for honor!

Yeah! Yeah!

Murder, death!

As I search to analyze reality, the true meaning of life, our simple existence means nothing.
God has a gun, the truth, life is a slow noose.
He's invincible.
Better watch his knife, there is no escape from the slow kill.
When it's time to go god serves a death blow, you have no choice, don't even try.
The only choice is suicide!

Surviving the game!

No escape.

No one's ever escaped!

Die!

You say that I hang out all night, that's okay, 'cause you drink all muthafuckin' day.
You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom, raise another brew to your face with your swollen palm.
Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit.
Muthafucka, if I was high you would die, hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye

Who are you tryin' to judge me?
Get the fuck out my face!
Who put you so above me?
Clear the fuck out my space!

You say that I want sex all the time that's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind.
Well that's right I want sex every minute, every hour of the day, of the week, all the muthafuckin' time.
But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit, you'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness.
In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts, suckin' butt, with your tongue up my fuckin' ass.

Get the fuck out my face!

Yeah!

You need to stay the fuck out my face!
Stay the fuck out my got damnned face!

Drugs, liquor, drugs!

I love to smoke crack
I love to shoot smack
I love to fuckin' drink
I love my smoke when it stinks.
I need it in my veins
I need it in my brain
What has it done to me, street lobotomy!

My brain - melted - down
Brain - melted - down - lobotomy!

I Need some more dope man
Yeah got any acid dude
Got any ludes.

Drugs, liquor, drugs?

I love to do blow that's the way to go.
You got some PCP?
How 'bout some LSD?
I'm havin' lots of fun
I might as well use a gun don't even ask my why
Maybe I wanna die

1994 BC still in the house.
They did everything they could do to take us out but like any good monster that just made us stronger.
You see, they don't like us and they don't like you, the BC fan, 'cause they know we stand for three things
Truth, justice and fuck the American way!
That word justice got me fucked up though.
Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail.
Thousands of people died in wars overseas and it's justice?
You think they give a fuck about us?
You're a fool!

Born Yellow,
Born brown,
Born red,
Born black,
Born dead!
Born dead

Born Asian,
Born Jewish,
Born Latino,
Born poor,
Born dead!
Born Dead!

But you don't hear me though.

Dead
New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit.

Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed, put on my muthafuckin' gun, down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause muthafucka's out here is trippin'.

How the fuck you gonna get up every morning
Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening.
Do you understand? Sometimes we take for granted the little things like food, like freedom.

Born in Somalia,
Born in South America,
Born in South Africa,
Born in South Central,
Born dead! Dead!


Born dead!