Pig Feet - Denzel Curry, Terrace Martin, Kamasi Washington

They shot him

They shot him, they shot him

Oh my God, he didn’t even have a gun

Oh my God, he didn’t have a gun

He didn’t have a, oh God

He didn’t have a gun

Helicopters over my balcony

If the police can’t harass, they wanna smoke every ounce of me

Breath is alchemy, see how the life converted

You tell me life’s a female dog, well I’m perverted

Go to jail and get murdered

Murder was the case they gave us

Manipulate the system so the prison could save us, ayy

Nothin' can save us

Foot Locker, liquor stores, undercovers bringin' hordes

Ten years plus four, little kids die at war

Mama wants me baptized, swimmin' in this blood shore

Shut down schools to open drug and gun stores

I see the floor, gotta flourish

When I’m readin' my horoscope, the vision is horrid

But you be soarin', stay woke

Rather die rich than stay broke

I was starin' though my rearview in my pitch-black locs

My notes reappear, disappear, shit is wicked here

Tragedy all over the screen like William Shakespeare plays

Disease, the grade, increase grenades

Disease, the AIDS, I seize today

Like Wade, I fade away

I pray today, 'cause life is crazy

JAY-Z, a school for hard knocks

They want us crucified with stones and hard rocks

Ayy, bitch, calm down, what the fuck happened?

(Oh no)

Stop fuckin' screamin', what happened?

(Oh God, they shot him)

They killed the homie?

(They shot him, the fuckin' police shot him)

The police?

(Oh my God)

The police killed him?

(Oh no, no)

They just killed the homie, cuz (Oh my God)

Ayy, cuz, swing that car around, cuz, bring that chopper (Oh my God,

the fucking police)

We finna kill these motherfuckers, nigga (Uh)

See all, we are VR

Sleep in, the snooze, beacons, the deacons keepin' the rules

Creepin' in rooms, she sneakin' cheaps for the doom, cat’s kid in me

Little cats killed literally

How these cats talk bigotry?

Like a Avatar forest, the machine talk, Jarvis

Whatever they hand you, it’ll be ours

Your hand’s stuck in the cookie jar, hold on to the sweet shit, beef shit

Green jackets, the old cats, feel the heat clips, E clips

Blacks cover the white light, cats stuck in the twilight

Wildlife sees the wise life, stuck in hindsight

Sign bright, read, catch-up, it’s monumental

Don’t mind you, then mind you what’s in my mind

Intertwine you, then sign you and don’t get no autograph from Patrick

Just collapse you, fuck the world for Cleopatra

Perhaps you sleep in your mattress, weak, stuck like a statue

A statue geeks, we attack you

Don’t at your street, we got ask you

Is this a cop-out?

Bring the cops out

Bring the pigs, you see the picnic

We depict the indigenous people diggin'

Hold on to the life, we don’t go for the house arrest

Then done trapped us in the alphabet

Our outfits can’t get out the net

Net ballin', an imaginary goal

Shot clock, what’s your net worth?

Chris Webber?

Mm, deep webber?

Mm

Time out, mom’s house, etymology,

Be lesbian, buddy, you better study putting holes on this muddy road

Buddy code, they gon' pay for takin' my brother

Nah, I say we need one Mike and they shot the brown one

Y’all done forgot the brown one, the new white Mike, rockin' the nightgown

It’s ancient, they cover the past with his kid blanket

Y’all sleep, y’all don’t see how the image changed

Remember the time, nigga, I’m here to remind niggas, we kings